#just wanted these gif so bad his bouncy so fun and good

[arktishval]

now everythangs ruined .. yeahh

[celestialhole]

Simon Riley x GN!reader headcanons

Warnings: Contains NSFW content below the cut, read at your own risk! Sorta proofread, random as fuck but here's your din din. Thinking about Simon Riley who uses his kids as weights for him to lift while working out. Just for fun. He likes hearing his kids laugh and giggle. Simon Riley who gets hella annoyed when your family/extended family buys so much crap for the kids. "The bloody hell they need this for? Don't we already have the damn pool outside!?" Simon looked down at the huge box in their living room, it was a goddamn bouncy house for the little ones. "I dunno Si. We can put it in the frontyar-" "WE ALREADY HAVE THE BALL PIT OUTSIDE!"

Never really celebrated his birthday before meeting you. You started giving him presents, taking him out, and taking him back to hotels (or your home) to ride him til' dawn. Now that you have little ones you all plan a small birthday party for him since he's old and grumpy. You give him one of his favorite desserts, have all the kids pile on him, and show him some love it resulted in him counting to 5 before chasing them all down while you record all of it.

Will fantasize about what life could've been like if his family were still here with him, what it could've been like if they had lived long enough to meet you. He's sure his Mother and Nephew would've loved you, and his brother would tease him n' say something like, "Now you know how it feels, it ain't as bad as you thought huh?" He wished to God he'd get to experience that in another lifetime. In my world, he doesn't celebrate Christmas and we know damn well why. If he's been with you for a long time he'll find a way to make something for you to make it special or he'll buy you something you mentioned wanting a few weeks or months back. But don't expect him to place a big ass tree in his apartment. If you manage to convince him to buy a tree he'll buy it and maybe a few ornaments he likes but the rest you're buying. Riley totally tore that bitch up and trust me, he tried to stop her but it was too early in the morning for that and he didn't want the tree anyways so he just sighs, puts some tea on the kettle grabs his reading glasses and his favorite book, and just relaxes on the couch as his military dog is tearing up your 350$ Christmas tree. "Jesus fucking Christ what happened in here!?" You stumbled over an ornament as you walked into the living room. Simon was chilling peacefully on the couch as Riley held a broken branch in her mouth and they both looked as if there wasn't a shit tone of ornaments and small pieces of the tree everywhere. It looked like a cluster fuck in your living room. "Tree became a chew toy," Simon mumbled. "I can see that.. And you didn't stop her?!" You narrowed your eyes at him. "Tried to, then it fell and I gave up," Simon took a sip of his tea and turned a page of the book he was reading. "Oh for fucks sake Simon.." You rubbed your eyes and leaned against the wall. He glanced up at you from the couch with an amused smile and looked back down at his book. "...This is what happens when we don't listen to Simon says-" "I'm kicking you and Riley out." You cut him off.

I see this man with an uncut shave because he's too lazy for that shit, however, if he notices he has a whole ass fucking jungle down there he'll trim it and then leave it alone for another 5 months. A solid 7 inches when soft and hard. Girth? Lots of it. Saggy balls. The type of man who doesn't notice when you get something done (hair, nails, etc). When you ask him if he notices anything different he'll immediately look at your ass to see if those squats did you any good. Speaking of your ass he loves your ass. Flat or thick he's smacking it when he casually walks past you. If you're plus-sized or just thicc it's even better. Don't ever bend over with this man in your perimeter. And it's even worse when you're in front of him and walking up the stairs cause he's staring hard at it. When you bend over he's smacking it, groping it, caressing it, and if he's really bold he's sneaking a quick hump against it. It's all shits and giggles till he's in that position. And you never hold back either. Now he doesn't trust walking up the stairs in front of you because you won't stop poking his ass and he hates it he loves you anyways. Call him daddy and he's not gonna speak or look at you for the rest of the day. You've made him spiritually nauseous good job. HE'S A BODY MAN BUT IN MY WORLD HE'S A THIGH AND TUMMY MAN! Also, I can see him being obsessed with ya nipple piercings if you ever got them. But nipple piercings are one thing, a genital piercing IS ANOTHER THING. Mutual masturbation is a must on the weekend mornings. He'll wake you up with pepper kisses to your neck while his hand is rubbing your tummy, when you wake up he'll gradually run his hands over your chest and pinch your nipple before moving his hand down to caress your arousal. He sucks the skin on your shoulder and neck to pleasure you and when you turn over to stroke his already hardened cock, he groans and moves his hips to slowly thrust his cock along your hand while his fingers slowly speed up. Now imagine his groans + his morning voice. This man loves you with every fiber of his being and tries his very best to make sure you know he loves you no matter what, so don't even think about asking him if he'll still love you as a worm. He'll keep you safely tucked in the pocket of his shirt and feed you noodles. He doesn't give two shits if you're hairy, plus-sized, or "unattractive". He'll cross the Amazon or even Antarctica to eat your ass I'm just saying. Don't protest or even speak, just bend over and let him have fun with his beautiful partner.

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ch. 5 - hustling for the good life

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your boots beneath my bed

You, on the other hand, had done your proper research. Watched his highlights on Lust Conquers All and everything. You want to know what exactly your stupid brain is doing, thinking someone like that is cute or (retch) boyfriend material but who gives a shit because you’re probably not going to see him again. 

You’re out of the hotel and in some tiny little cottage just outside of London. No paps, no PR agents or what-fucking-ever, just you, Natalie, and loads of fresh air. She finds you in the yard one morning, plucking a tune on a guitar and humming.

“That’s new,” she grins. “Gonna have a new single out soon?”

You raise a shoulder. “I don’t know. Maybe. Might just keep this one to myself.”

Natalie says hmm then turns on her heel to go back inside. 

“Oh,” she says after a few steps, “you should at least send it to him. He might like it.”

“It’s not about anyone!” you call after her rapidly retreating figure. 

“Sure!” she yells back. You flip her off and she says, “I saw that!”

—

Natalie’s booked some coffee shop concert for you, so you’re a little preoccupied with sound checks and meeting your temp band and promising to drink a latte as soon as you’re done singing because fuck sleeping.

It’s sold out which isn’t hard because the place is small, but it’s fun to sit on a stool and sing into a small microphone and be able to talk and joke like you’re the small-town artist you began as.

The crowd goes crazy when you strum the first few notes of Mango, as they sing along to the whole thing. You finish the set and begin thank everyone for coming when you see an oddly familiar face in the very back of the room. You’re not even sure how you caught it because again, it’s crowded, but there it is. He’s with some other people who you’re pretty sure are part of AFC Richmond, but you don’t care about that now.

You pause in the middle of your goodbye and say, “You know what, I’m actually going to play one more song. It’s a rough draft right now, so be nice to me. The working title is Poolside, and you guys are the first to hear it.”

You begin to pluck the repeating melody that’s been playing on repeat in your brain and start the first verse.

I know it’s a bad idea

And I can’t have you anyway

But you’re like a tiny bit of sunshine

I can’t seem to chase away

It’s terrifying and vulnerable in a way you’ve never been before. You’ve played songs for boys before, but never like this. 

You were in a hotel room with Austin one night after one of his movie premiers and just giggling about how stupid it all was. 

“I already have our breakup song,” you’d said, hopping down from the table. “Wanna hear it?”

Austin thought that was hilarious so he said, “Obviously,” so you grabbed your guitar from your room and strapped it on. 

“Alright,” you said while strumming a bouncy tune, “this one’s a little more line-dancey than my usuals. So.”

Austin had tapped his foot while you sang, “A long time ago/in a land not so far away/we met in a bar/and you fucking said ‘hey.’”

It was silly as you both bounced around the room singing about your impending split. Neither of you cared because it wasn’t real, and you had recorded him singing a harmony on your phone. 

You snuck it into the actual track months later, too faint for anyone to actually notice. 

But that was the closest you’d ever been to directly singing someone their song. It was different with Mango because it wasn’t romantic. 

And now it’s different with Jamie, because you’re singing about how dumb it is that you keep thinking about him asking if you were ok at that dumb fucking party. 

You end the song to thunderous applause, and you’re pretty sure bootlegs are going to end up on YouTube within the hour. You don’t care. All you can think of is slipping to the back of the café to claim that latte then sneaking out the back. 

“Nice one, girl,” Natalie remarks as she hands you a cup. “The label’s gonna love that.”

You smile. “They don’t care. I make them too much money for them to care.”

She rolls her eyes and opens her mouth to speak but just stops. 

“Hello? Earth to Nat?” you say, waving a hand in front of her face. 

“Hey,” says a voice from behind.

You spin around. It’s Jamie. 

And god, he looks fucking fit in trackies, Gucci slides, and a neon orange shirt. 

You can feel Natalie sneaking away behind you, and for once, you’re glad to be alone. 

“Hey,” you reply. “How’d you get in here?”

Jamie smiles. “Keeley. She can talk her way into anything.”

You nod, still holding your latte. “Well, usually we have a strict policy about fans who try to come talk to me unannounced, but I guess for you, I’ll let it slide.”

Oh god, are you fucking flirting?

Jamie smirks. “Babe, I ain’t any old fan. Probably number one.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Uh huh. Right. And when did you decide you could call me babe?”

Jamie takes a step closer. “Right about the time Keeley convinced me to ask you out.”

You almost drop your coffee. 

All you can say is a weak, “Oh.”

“She would love to,” Natalie pipes up from behind a stack of coffee beans. “I’ll get you her number and you can set it up.”

Jamie’s looking at you expectantly, and you suppose he probably wants your consent, not just Natalie’s. 

You nod and say, “Sure,” with the same lack of conviction the oh held. Jamie’s expression ripples for a moment, but then he’s grinning and saying “Mint,” before saluting Natalie and exiting the way he came. 

“What the fuck, Natalie,” you say. Your bones feel like jelly. “I can’t go out with him.”

“Yes you can,” she tells you. “And you are. It’s settled.”

Oh fuck. 

—

He texts you the next morning.

hey it’s Jamie :)

I can’t be seen with you, you write back before you chicken out. The press would have a field day. I’m not looking for something public, so if you’re only in this to gain popularity, you’re out of luck. 

It’s a little harsh, but you’re going to be open about this.

no worries, he says. paps r fuckgn annoying. we can do smthg small. 

Turns out something small means sneaking into a restaurant where Jamie’s been going for ages. It has a small room in the back with windows you can see out of, but no one can see in.

“John’s been getting me back here for ages,” he says. “Haven’t had an issue with the press yet.”

It’s all so normal, the way he pulls out your chair and tells you what he likes to order. The way he’s making you laugh and asking you questions about your life, not the ones about your music, but the kind that are actually about you. 

The server comes around with a bottle, and asks, “Wine?”

Jamie looks to you and you shake your head, barely suppressing a grimace.

“All good here, mate,” he says.

“Not a drinker?” he asks once the man is gone. 

You hesitate. You’re about to cross into point-of-no-return territory. 

“I- I don’t know, I can’t really smell it without thinking of my family. They’re all…”

Jamie nods. “I get it. Like me dad. Prick’ll be sober when he’s dead.”

“Yeah,” you say slowly. “Yeah, never had a family event without someone fighting. My mom’s the first one to get out, because she’s the youngest. She saw all that shit and decided it wasn’t for her. She went away to college, met my dad, and never looked back. Course, my uncles started showing up once I got famous. And my aunt, too. She’s probably the worst of all of them. She actually broke into my first apartment asking for money. She smashed a bottle and cut up my face pretty bad… I was nineteen and still trying to figure out my music career and stuff. I still have a scar on eyebrow from it. But, I wasn’t so famous that it ended up on the internet, so…”

You trail off again. Jamie’s looking at you all thoughtful. You’re not sure when he started holding your hand across the table, but there it is. It’s warm and calloused, and he doesn’t seem to care that yours is sweaty.

“My dad’s the same way,” he says softly. “Showed up a month back at a match. Fucking prick. But… can’t seem to cut him off, y’know? He’s fuckin’… family or some shit.”

“Hah,” you say, “That’s what Margarita’s about.”

Jamie’s silent for a moment. “Thought it was about how you really fucking liked limes,” he says finally.

That gets a laugh from you. “I do actually really fucking like limes. But enough about me. How’d you get into football?”

By the end of the night, you’re properly smitten. This boy knows how to flirt, knows all the right compliments and ways to brush his hand against yours or brush a stray strand of hair out of your face. 

This is bad, you think as his lips touch yours. This is very, very bad.

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[trrickytickle]

lee zoro hcs, perhaps?

Roronoa Zoro- lee headcanons :3

Zoro is such a cute lee. I don't know, it's something about his gruff personality, enduring training, and his funny moments that makes him someone who would be ticklish. I hope it's canon because ITS SO CUTE. IM GONNA COME TO ODAS MAILBOX AND SEND HIM A LETTER ABOUT HOW TICKLISH EVERY STRAW HAT IS AND IM GONNA MAKE ***SURE*** IT SHOWS UP IN THE SBS.

I think Zoro is really ticklish under his arms because ticklish armpits are cute. I also think he is bad on his abs, because.... they're like really strong and he can't really defend against that type of attack he didn't train for it. He's also really good at tolerating tickles, as in he can hold in laughter for a long long time because he's just an enduring guy like that. He's SOOOOO cute.... Anyways, each Straw Hat targets him but, not too often, if that make sense. WELL, very often for some, like Luffy. I think Luffy basically just likes to tickle everyone, he's so smiley, fun and bouncy, and he gets tickled back just as much because he probably wants to be as well. Zoro's probably annoyed by Luffy always tickling him, usually when he's training or when he's just napping alone or he needs to be woken up from his long naps. (Luffy also take naps, so Zoro probably returns that favor to him... but he wouldn't be caught DEAD doing that). Sanji does NOT want to touch Zoro because of their rivalry, but you best believe when he found out he was ticklish, he would gloat and tease him by poking him, wiggling his fingers in his face, and using it as LEVERAGE. Zoro then retaliates by cussing him out- I don't really think Zoro would take the initiative to tickle Sanji- *COLLECTIVE CROWD BOOING* BUT *COLLECTIVE YAYING* I think that he would once he reaches that BREAKING POINT of being goaded. Nami will tickle Zoro and use it as blackmail or extortion. She can and will extort berries out of him, threaten to show snail videos of him being tickled, and all that jazz. She is all about that hustle. Her nimble fingers and knowledge of mapmaking make her terrifying as a ler, but since Zoro is so strong, revenge is easy- but not often had because he gets TAXED for it.

Chopper tickles Zoro by accident usually when fixing him up, much like in one of my FAVE TICKLE FICS EVER, "Part of the treatment". Zoro, being much softer on the reindeer, is more lenient of his tickling, which can lead to his doing it on PURPOSE HEHEHEHEHE and both of them keep it a secret that Chopper can tickle him it's PRETTY PRIVELEGE. Robin.... well she tickles Zoro on PURPOSE. He is among top 4 tickle targets, Luffy for being goofy, Usopp for also being goofy, Chopper for being cute, and ZORO for being so so so so mr not smiley serious face all the time. This is also like in one of my fav fanfics, "happy".... UP THE TK COMMUNITY BC IM TBH JUST SHARING EVEWRYONES FANFICS. and like.... it makes sense for robin to tickle zoro just look at this . Franky prob doesn't tickle zoro often, and I really got nothing to say abt brook and jimbe... SAWRY but i wanna make hcs for franky brook and jimbe. I LOVE ONE PIEEEEEEEEECEEEEEEEEEEEEE AND I WANNA TCKLE HIS ARMPITS BYE GUSY I HOPE U LIKED THIS LIKE AND SUBSRCIBE

[gaybananabread]

Hiii! Could you write a fic where Dipper challenges Wendy to a wrestling match, and loses miserably lol. While she’s sitting on him, he’s sore loser, so she tickles him to get him to shut up. If you could have her give him a raspberry or two, that would be great too! Ty!

It's been a hot second since I've written anything Gravity Falls. Kinda straying away from this fandom, I hope this doesn't suck! Enjoy!

Lee: Dipper

Ler: Wendy

Summary: After Dipper looses miserably in a wrestling match against Wendy, he decides to be a sore loser. Wendy teaches him some good sportsmanship.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!!

"C'mon Wendy, get off!"

Dipper shoves at his older friend, who's currently pinning his arms down on her bed. They had been watching a survival show, and he had bet Wendy that he could beat her in a wrestling match. Needless to say, he's five dollars poorer.

"Then quit acting like I cheated. I won, fair and square. Now say it." She smirked down at him, sitting on his waist and pinning his arms down with one hand.

She had known she would win, easiest five bucks ever. All he has to do is say the sentence. A simple 'You're stronger than me, oh great warrior', as agreed upon before they wrestled. But he wouldn't, the little snot.

"No, you so cheated! It's your bed, you probably knew an extra bouncy spot or something to throw me off!" He's honestly just grasping at straws. There was no heat behind anything he says, he was just being a bad sport on purpose.

Wendy, being the "responsible teen" she isn't, felt it was her job to fix that attitude. Adjusting her grip, she places a hand on his stomach, smirking. "Dude, I'm giving you one more chance. Say it or suffer the consequences."

Realization dawned on him in that moment. He *could* say the phrase. It would certainly be quicker. Then again, did he really want the fun to stop? And getting tickled isn't the worst consequence in the world...

"Make me, cheater!" A smile worked its way onto his face. He has an awful poker face. Wendy quickly realized what he wanted. If her friend wants to get the snot tickled out of him, who is she to say no?

She chuckles, shaking her head. "Fine. You asked for it, dude." Her fingers dig into his belly, scribbling across the sensitive skin. Squeaky, almost childish laughter poured from his mouth.

"W-Wehehehendy!" He squirmed and wriggled at the tickling. He may have wanted it, but that doesn't mean he has to act like it. He didn't make any real efforts to get away. He's enjoying this.

It's a pretty cute sight. Wendy quietly giggled along with him, his laughter contagious. "Wow, almost forgot how ticklish you are. It's kinda adorable."

Curious at what other kind of reaction she could get, she lifted his shirt. He squeaked as he felt the cool air of the room on his bare skin. He giggles in anticipation, eyeing her hands with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. That was gonna be bad.

She scratched around his belly button, occasionally dipping her finger inside to scratch at the ticklish interior. He squealed, twisting and turning as his laughter doubled. He tugged at his arms, trying to break her grip on his arms. He failed.

"NOHOHO! NOHOT THEHEHRE!" Wendy chuckled, getting an idea. Raspberries drive her little brother up the wall. She wondered how they'd work on Dipper. Only one way to find out...

Taking a deep breath, she blew a massive raspberry right on his belly button. Dipper shrieked, tossing his head back and bucking his hips. It was both horrible and amazing, though he couldn't tell you how. It just was.

"Wohow, man. You've got some good pipes, huh? Let's see what happens if I do this..." With an evil chuckle, she leaned down, giving him multiple raspberries in the same spot while her hand danced along his ribs.

Dipper lost his mind, squirming and bucking wildly. It was overwhelming in the best way. He couldn't think, save for "oh my gosh it tickles it tickles it TICKLES!" He just tossed his head back, unable to do anything other than laugh and squeal like a deranged piglet.

Soon, his laughter took on a wheezing edge, tears of mirth sliding down the sides of his eyes. Wendy took that as her sign to give him a break and tone it down.

"Woah, remember to breathe, man. Don't wanna kill you. Stan would make me finance the funeral, and I'm broke enough as is." She chuckled, rubbing his belly to try and dull the sensations. Dipper still giggled like a schoolgirl, trying and failing to regain his composure.

After a few seconds of giggling and soothing rubs, Dipper got ahold of himself. He closed his eyes, leaning his head back. "Jeez.. that was just cruel, Wendy."

She smirking, drumming her fingers on his belly. "Who said I was done? You still have something to tell me, sore loser." She began tickling him again, much slower than before. She slowly moved across his midsection, gently fluttering her fingers against his sides, belly, ribs and navel.

He giggled like crazy, groaning as he squirmed weakly. He was tired, and the tickling was wearing him down quickly. "F-fihihine! Yohohu're strohonger than mehehe, oh greheheheat waharriohohor!"

The second he finished the sentence, her fingers lifted off him. She released his arms, laying down beside him on the bed. He pulls his shirt back down, hugging his midsection.

"You're, like, adorkably ticklish. How are you still alive?" He just groaned, lightly kicking the teen. Wendy laughted, nudging him. She could tell he was tired, and that something calm would probably be best. "Hey dude, you maybe wanna watch a movie? It's a Saturday, and I've got nothing better to do."

"...yeah, sure. Wanna turn it on to the crappy horror movie channel?" Dipper turned to face her, a small smile and blush still on his face. She nodded, grabbing the remote and turning on the Geavify Falls Extra Scary Movies channel.

They spent the next few hours poking fun at the awful movies, Dipper passing out after the third film. All in all, ot a bad day for the duo.

[oceanblueeyesoul]

Hiiii! Hope yer well! Heard you were doing Wednesday Matchups? It's grand if you aren't ^-^ A lot of my body and clothes that are avaliable right now aren't accurate to how I am, so I hope it's okay that I'm describing my appearance how it's going to be, rather than how it is currently!

My name is Willow from Ireland, They/She and Genderfluid. Demipanromantic Bisexual, I'm 17 (today 🎉). I'm 4'0" (disability), long floofy and messy black hair, dyed partially red that kinda just curls and waves all over the place, like a wee wolf's mane :P

I like drawing and do it regularly, singing, and (when I have the energy) dancing. When I'm hyper and not feeling too many chronic pains, I'm practically bouncing off walls and climbing across sofas, tables n stuff just for fun XD

My clothing style is a bit all over the place, but I typically wear goth/grunge style clothing, but occasionally I like becoming a ball of rainbows and just go for bright, rainbow colours too, with jumpers n stuff :3

My personality is reflected this way aswell, I switch between being bouncy and optimistic, to cold and blank somewhat regularly, depending on how I feel, or who I'm around. I'm INFP-T and usually quite a bit sluggish because of a lack of mental and physical energy. I'm very distrusting of people at first, but if my instincts allow me some time to get past that, I am ALL OVER YOU! Very touchy and cuddly, but if someone isn't comfortable I'll respect it, and do whatever alternative they prefer, or if they just need to take it slow. I deal with a lot of anger control issues, which can be bad but it comes in handy when protecting the people I care about, which I'll gladly do with vigour and without hesitation. I have either Autism/ADHD, or both, still not sure.

I hate; people who refuse to communicate, judgemental people (Bigots, Homophobes, Sexists, etc), disingenuous people, lack of respect for those who need help or have special needs.

Foods I like; Pasta, meats, ice cream, pineapple and most fruits & vegetables.

Foods I dislike; Peas, Cabbage/Lettuce, rice on it's own. Not a fan of dry foods :<

Styles of music I like: Rock, Punk, Metal, Rap, but also lot's of upbeat pop n stuff that makes for good wee dancey dances :3

I'm also a therian/otherkin, which in simple terms means; I behave and identify as a non-human animal, or creature. Typically I behave very dog/cat-like, so lots of cuddling, mini licks, nuzzling n all that. But that's only when I feel safe enough. My anger is also fed into this a wee bit, so I'm often seen chewing or biting down on my chew-necklace since when I get angry I wanna bite things (or others) for some reason XDD

Sorry if that's a lot >_< I don't even know if I got everything down that I wanted to, but it should be everything! If you need any other information let me know and I'll resend this, with the added info :3

Hi there, Willow and happy birthday today! I really hope you like this a lot!

Wednesday (Netflix) Matchup

Your Wednesday (Netflix) soulmates is...

ENID SINCLAIR AND WEDNESDAY ADDAMS

The three of you would definitely be listening to all kinds of music and dance very silly together and just having fun with each other.

Enid would pet you and give you all the love you deserve while Wednesday will only give you slight hugs and discipline when it comes to you.

Both of them would love your hair because it is different than they are used to a lot and they love the bright red hair look on you.

ESFP x INTJ x INFP lovebirds!

[house-of-slayterr]

Intimate Birthday Party Pt. 2:

Tag: @myers-meadow-selfship @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better @iloveslasher @queer-and-utter-chaos @oceansrose2002

France’s POV:

Today was the day, today I turned 25. It felt strange to say, and I didn’t want to advertise it to my partners who were both older than me. I brushed a hand through my long hair, and my fingers got tangled in a knot. Birthdays we’re always stressful for me, the company made a huge deal out of them, and so had my mother.

But this would be better. Just my friends and love ones and my favourite foods. But the stress was still getting to me. I stomped into the kitchen and grabbed a pair of scissors, rushing back to my room. I went into my adjourned bathroom and took a long look in the mirror.

“Ok Frances, you can do this, it’s just hair…”

I took a deep breath and held up the scissors, squeezing my eyes shut as I heard the sound of splitting hair. When I opened my eyes I was holding a huge chunk of hair. I should have been panicked but I was excited. It felt freeing. I saved a small bundle of hair and kept cutting, throwing the rest into the trash. It seemed weird to be sentimental about something as silly as hair, but just like the rest of me, my hair being seen as “perfect” was a huge part of my life.

Hannibal typically used the master bathroom, but he had supplies in all three bathrooms in the house. I riffled through the drawers and found an electric razor. Bingo. Hannibal and Meadow were already up and out for the day, finishing up stuff for my birthday party. I pulled up Pinterest on my phone and searched for a hair cut I liked.

I pulled up a quick YouTube video to see how to cut it, and went at it. After about fifteen minutes or so it wasn’t looking bad. But the bathroom was a train wreck. I walked to the laundry room and began cleaning up my mess. But this still don’t feel good enough. I wanted a bigger change. I was 25 now, supposedly a quarter way through my life. It was an arbitrary milestone, but it meant something to me that I made it this far. Despite everything I’ve been through.

I hopped into my car, driving into town. My partners warned me they’d be out most of the day, so I had plenty of time to just enjoy my morning and relax. Perhaps I’d get my nails done while I was out too. I made a b-line for the hair dye isle and began contemplating my options. I’d learned a lot about colour theory from Hannibal when he talked about his art. I couldn’t choose between the reddish orange, or full blonde, so I chucked both in my cart.

“That haircut looks nice on you.” The store clerk commented.

“Really? You think so?”

“Totally, it makes your curls look bouncy and light.”

I smiled brightly.

“Thank you.”

“No problem, have fun with your hair” she said with a wink.

The nail shop wasn’t far down the road, and I’d most likely only be there an hour, which gave me enough time to dye my hair, shower, wax and do my makeup before they got back. This was perfect. I was never allowed to wear nail polish as a Ballerina, so I had no idea what colour to choose.

“Hey, this may be a weird question, but could you pick the colour, design, whatever? Surprise me?” I asked the lady checking in at the front desk.

“Sure, I’ll take a look at your nails and see what comes to mind. Any colours you don’t like”

“I open for anything, I’ve umm, I’ve never done this before.”

“You’ve never gotten your nails done before?”

I shook my head. “My previous profession didn’t allow it.”

She nodded in understanding and led me over to one of the massage chairs. She started warming the water for my pedicure and I could feel my stress melting away as I dipped my feet in. A little makeover was just what I needed. I relaxed and closed my eyes as they did their job. I’d be sure to tip them well. It was a small shop that didn’t look like it got much business. But I found small shops tended to be more intimately run. It wasn’t loud or overwhelming here.

By the time I was done, I was ecstatic. My nails were coffin shaped, with a dark purple shimmer. And she added a little star and moon on my left ring finger. It was romantic, and dark and mysterious, and I loved it. As she was ringing me out, she gave me a weird look as she counted the money.

“I think you gave me too much, it was only $70, you gave me $150.”

“The rest is your tip darling, a thank you for making my birthday nails look perfect.” I smiled.

“Are you sure? You’re giving me more in tip than you paid for the nails.”

“I’m positive, you work hard. Perhaps I’ll stop by more often. It’s nice here.”

“Thank you, that means a lot. It just me and my family running the place. We thought we were gonna have to close down a few months ago, so this really helps. Happy birthday by the way, you’re so kind.”

“Oh dear, that’s disappointing. Well I know two lovely women who would love to get their nails done by you. You’re good at what you do Kid.”

“You don’t have to do that-“

“I want to. Best gift on a birthday is a smile.”

I pulled out another $20 from my purse and handed it to her.

“Keep this just for yourself, get yourself something nice for lunch.”

The poor girl looked like she was about to cry.

“Please, let me give you a free manicure next time for all your kindness.”

“Non-sense, you deserved to be paid for all your work. Just keep the lights on, that’s good enough.”

“Can I give you a hug?”

Normally I’d say no, but I was in a much better mood than I’d woken up in. I nodded and she pulled me into a hug.

“Please, stop by any time. You’ll have to tell me all about your birthday.”

“I will, have a good rest of your day. Wishing you some traffic stoping by the store.”

I had the biggest smile on my face as I drove back home. This year was gonna be different. My meds were working, I had a new job, I had too lovely attentive partners, and I was meeting up with an old friend. Good vibes, Alana’s coping mechanisms we’re working.

I went back on Pinterest as I ate the vegan quiche Hannibal had set aside for my breakfast. I cleaned and tried my plate and rushed off to the bathroom. After about ten minuets of contemplation I just decided to do both. It can’t be that hard right? I decided to stick with mostly the burnt orange, and do a blonde undercoat with one stripe in the front. It took about half an hour of struggling to get everything perfect and now I just had to wait.

I decided to multitask and wax, and do my eyebrows while I waited, it would free up more time for me to read and get dressed before they got home. I was excited when the time went off and skipped off to the bathroom. Enjoying the warm water as it poured over my tired body. My body was more sore than normal today, but I wasn’t going to let that stop me from having fun.

Hannibal had gotten me a shower chair for when my legs were too tried to stand for a shower. But most of the time he indicated on helping me in the bath instead. Which I didn’t mind at all, it was intimate and sweet and so thoughtful. He never made me feel like a child who couldn’t do things, he just wanted to make things a little easier on me. It was his love language and I adored it, just as I adore him. My brilliant, disturbed Doctor.

It felt so nice to be able to quickly run my hands through my hair and not fuss with it. It was so much quicker. As the steam cleared from the mirror I finally got to see the fruits of my labour. It wasn’t perfect, but it was all me, and that made it great. I could stop touching it. I walked into Hannibal’s room to borrow some of his cologne, and I noticed a large box with my name on it. I picked up the letter on top.

“For my beautiful Frances, enjoy you’re birthday my love -H.L.”

I smiled as I tore into the box. I placed my hand over my mouth when I saw it. It was the most beautiful suit I’d ever seen. The shirt was a dark red, with flowy, puffy sleeves. The suit vest was a black leather, shinned to perfection, that had a corset waist. The pants matched, but had flare legs to compliment the sleeves. It was perfect!

I let out a happy little squeak, not hiding my excitement cause no one is around to here. I quickly finished the rest of my skin care routine, and by then my hair was dry. It had never dried so quickly before. Why didn’t I do this sooner?

As usual the outfit fit me perfectly. I don’t know how Hannibal did it, it was like his secret superpower. And I was very grateful to him, for far more than just that. I curled up on the couch and waited for them both to get home to help them set up. I’m pretty sure Hannibal would insist that they could do it on their own. But it’s my birthday and I wanna help.

I must have fallen asleep cause I felt the gentle shake of my shoulder. I looked up to see Hannibal smiling down at me. God what a beautiful sight, how did I ever get so lucky. He brushed his hand on my cheek and I leaned into it, before he ran another hand through my hair.

“Your hair-“ he said.

“Do you like it?” I asked, trying to push the last bit of sleep out of my voice.

“It’s very you” he smiled.

That was such a Hannibal answer. Indirectly avoiding the question, but somehow still telling you and answer you want to hear. I smiled, grabbing his hand and pulling him down to the couch with me. He let out a sigh.

“There lots of work to be done, Love.”

I shook my head, leaning into his side.

“Just ten more minutes.”

He laughed lightly, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me closer.

“You’re warm.” I smiled.

“Somebodies clingy today.” He mused.

“It’s my birthday, I’m allowed to be. Besides, I just want you guys for my birthday. I’m so happy to have you, my love.”

“And I am happy you’re mine”

He kissed the top of my head.

“But we’ve really have to finish this up if we want things done on time.”

I sighed.

“Fine, fine… go”

I pushed him up off the couch, following after him to the kitchen where Meadow was. She looked over her shoulder at me and smiled. Quickly lower the temperature on whatever she was helping Hannibal to make and rushing over to me. She ran a hand through my hair and smiled.

“You look amazing. I like your hair short” she smiled.

“I was growing annoyed with it, it was time. Honestly I thought I’d be more emotional about it but I never want to have to put my own hair in a ballet bun ever again.” I laughed.

She let out a chuckle. She also kissed the top of my head, perks of being shorter than both your partners I guess.

“Happy Birthday Darling. You look amazing.”

“You do too, that dress looks very nice on you.”

One thing you learn being in a polyamorous relationship is how to share. And how to work through jealously. Most people would be upset if someone wore the same colour as them to their birthday. But it was work of our thing to match our outfits for events like this. For your average Lecter dinner party.

“Oh, Hannibal, Darling I did tell you my friend was coming this evening right?”

“Yes, but you still haven’t given us a name.”

He raised his eyebrow at me. I rolled mine back at him.

“He goes by Chip, he’s an old friend from when I was with the New York company, he’s only in town this evening.”

“That’s nice of him, I’m glad you get to see an old friend.”

I smiled a wide smile, the kind that hurts your face.

“You know I was really nervous to get up and preform that last night.” I said.

Meadow hummed, and Hannibal spoke.

“Nerves are typical before a performance my dear.”

“That’s not what I meant. I love being on the stage, no place I feel happier, besides here of course.”

“Good save.” Meadow joked, shooting me a wink over her shoulder.

“But you guys have never seen me dance like that before. And I guess I was afraid, well you have very high standards Han-“

He cut me off with a pointed stare, and I slowly shut my mouth.

“My love, do you honestly think you could ever disappoint me? I went to your performance every month for a year before that day. It’s not uncommon for artists to have more than one medium, or for dancers to have more than one style. I enjoy the show, because you’re in it.”

I blushed. Of course, Meadow knew he had been to a few of my shows before that day on the roof. But I never told her exactly how many. I’d preformed in front of Doctor Lecter thirty-seven times, and that night would have been the thirty-eight. He never brought a bouquet, only a single flower with its name written in gorgeous red in on a little note from him. H.L. And now, because of his gift from tonight, I had another note for my shoe box. I sometimes read them when I slept alone in my room sometimes. To overstimulated to be next to him, but not wanting to be too far.

“Do you remember what your first note said?” I asked, fondly reminiscing.

“Your performance was as delicate as the petals on this rose.” He let out a small laugh, “not my best work I’m afraid.”

“Yours was the first fan letter that ever stood out to me. And I thought it was adorable.”

“Because it is and now I’m jealous, why don’t I get any cute love notes darling?” She teased.

I watched Hannibal grin wildly, turning to look at her. He hugged her from behind

“Would you like me to write you some love letter my love?” He asked.

She simply nodded, leaning into him. Hannibal chuckled.

“How did I get so lucky with both of you?” He asked dreamily.

I shrugged.

“I don’t know but you’re stuck with us.” I joked.

When everything was all set and ready, it was time to start the party. Hannibal answered the door as usual, and as expected, Alana was the first to show up. Then Beverly, then Will, and last but not least, chip. It was just the right number of people without being entirely overwhelming.

I could tell chip felt a little out of place as he sat at the table, so I decided to introduce him so he wouldn’t have to.

“Everyone, this is chip, my friend from my old dance company” I said.

They all introduced themselves and I could see him relax a little more. Hannibal was plating the food, and I knew we’d all be in for a treat tonight. Much like Meadow, I wasn’t shading our lovers diet, but I made him promise not to serve anyone at my party. This was a special night, I didn’t want to to be tainted.

“You look amazing tonight Frances, are you enjoying yourself?” Alana asked.

Similar to Hannibal, it was hard for her to turn off her analytical mind. Once a therapist, always a therapist. It was something that happened when people were passionate about their jobs. It becomes a core part of their identity, something to be proud of. And why shouldn’t they be, both of them were brilliant. And both of them worked extremely hard.

“I believe I’m having the time of my life” I smiled brightly. “All the people I care about, together in one room to celebrate with me. It makes my heart feel light, like it’s full of butterflies” I smiled.

Hannibal chuckled, taking my hand in his and kissing my fingertips.

“You are adorable my love, Happy Birthday.” He said.

Of course Bev and Alana looked gorgeous as always. Red was absolutely Alana’s colour, it complimented her skin tone. And when we wore it, the colour had sort of a vintage, classy edge to it. And Beverly was the opposite, wearing a muted olive green that made her skin glow. The dress framed her chest in such a way, it made her long arms look dainty, almost as if they were the accessory to the outfit.

Chip was more causal, probably not having packed anything other than the stuff needed for performances and lounging around. I knew how things worked, you always wore something black tie at the last day of shows so the company could show you off. But I appreciated he didn’t wear that suit here. It wouldn’t have been him. He was wearing a simple black button down, with casual black dress pants and a leather jacket over it. It looked nice.

And William, William looked so pretty this evening. His hair was a little longer, like it got when he was too lazy to get a haircut. Showing off his chocolate brown curls. There was sometimes a curl that hung in front of his eyes that I called his superman curl. He was wearing a white button up, with a dark green sweater over. It complemented his skin tone well. But the thing that stood out to me was his hand.

“You painted your nails.” I said, glancing up from my meal to look at William.

Everyone else looked over at him too now. He blushed a little, which was adorable.

“You left you black nail polish at my house. You’re always asking to paint them, so I figured I’d try it out. It’s harder than it looks.” He laughed awkwardly.

I smiled brightly.

“You did a good job, I love them, thank you William. That was so sweet of you.”

He cracked a grin.

“So, I hear you’re working as a dance teacher now?” Chip asked, while clearing his throat.

“Oh, yes! It’s so much fun, I adore those kids. There’s this boy in my class, Damien, and he’s the cutest thing on the whole planet I swear. Damien is shorter then most of the girls, and he gets all shy about it. But when he’s dancing, it’s like he’s never been nervous in his entire life. He reminds me of me when I was younger.”

“Definitely.” He chuckled, “remember how nervous you used to get when you were called in front of the headmistress, little did you know you were her favourite and she was just trying to show you off.”

I blushed profusely.

“Oh?” Hannibal asked.

“She used to stop classes and make me redo the steps alone in front of the class. I always thought she hated me so it pushed me to work harder.”

“That would be quite anxiety enduring” Alana commented.

“Frances was easily the best dancer we had. I was entirely surprised when the company let her go.”

Everyone seemed surprised by that statement. But I was suddenly anxious. I’d never told Hannibal and Meadow why I actually left that dance company.

“Why would they let you go?” Beverly asked confused.

“Oh, ummm, there was this girl, Veronica. She was always jealous of me, I think she had a thing for Chip, and she misinterpreted our relationship and probably saw me as a threat or something. We were preforming one day, and she messed up a leap, falling and shattering her ankle. But she told the headmistress I pushed her.”

“And they didn’t believe you when you said you didn’t?” Meadow was the one to ask.

I shook my head no.

“It’s ok though. I probably would have never moved here if it didn’t happen.” I shrugged.

The rest of dinner was more quiet, until it was the dreaded time for gifts. Beverly was excited and gave me hers first. We had all loved to the living room, to get more comfortable, before desert. I was currently sitting on the floor in between Meadows legs as she and Hannibal sat up on the couch. The box was wrapped in pretty purple paper. It was small, and when I removed the paper it was a little back velvet box.

“We’ll go on Frenchie, open it.”

I blushed, Beverly was the only one who called me that. She liked giving her friends cute nicknames. Bev always knew how to have fun. She made everything a little brighter. I opened the box and gasped.

“Oh mon Dieu!” I squealed, “it’s beautiful!”

I pulled out the necklace, it was a little tear drop shaped vile. With two little rubys on either side, hanging nicely.

“I accidentally cut my hand open the other day, so I saved the blood cause I remembered you said something about these necklaces before.”

“It’s prefect!” I said, “creepy and pretty just like you.”

It was nice how nobody questioned the morbidity of it all. I knew if Jack were here he’d have something to say about it. Next was Alana’S gift, it was a little bigger of a box. She wrapped hers in a simple brown paper, like that of a lunch bag. It was simple, but the wrapping was crisp and precise. I opened the box to find a book. I pulled it out inspecting it.

“It’s a signed copy of IT by Stephan King. Open the cover.” She said happily.

I slowly opened the cover and saw the pretty red pen.

“A gift for Frances on their birthday, stay creepy - King”

I smiled wildly as I read it.

“How did you get him to sign this?” I asked.

“He owed me a favour.” Alana shrugged.

I pulled her into a hug.

“Thank you, I’ll cherish it always!”

William was next. He handed me a box that was bigger than the rest. It was wrapped in black paper with a little red bow on top. It looked like he must have asked Alana for help with wrapping it. I chuckled at the thought of him struggling to make it look nice. Not that it mattered to me, but it was a nice little detail. I opened it to see a black shape, I slowly pulled out a large blanket.

“It’s umm, all your favourite bands. I’ve been collecting the t-shirts all year, and I had a friend make it for you.”

“William,” I said, trying not to cry.

“This is amazing, thank you.”

I swore I’ve never been happier than I was in this movement, surrounded by so much love and people who understood me in a way the world never could. Chip reached into his pocket.

“We’ll my gift isn’t as extravagant as everyone else’s, but I tried.” He laughed awkwardly.

He pulled out a little wrapped cupcake, a birthday candle and a lighter.

“Like old times?” He asked.

And that was when I broke. A tear slipped out of my eye as a I took the cupcake out of his hand and unwrapped it, setting it down on the coffee table, he stuck the little candle in it. I tried wiping the tears from my eyes. Hannibal softly rubbed my back.

“Why are you crying darling?” He asked concerned.

“Sorry, I’m just so happy right now. It’s a little bit much.” I said.

“Aww, Frances you don’t have to apologise for that.” Meadow said softly, “we love seeing you happy.”

I smiled up at them.

“We never really had birthdays growing up, the company didn’t spare much time for outside activities. But every year at midnight on my birthday, Chip and I would sneak down to the vending machine and get a cupcake to split. He’d put a little candle in it and we would blow it out when it hit midnight.” I explained.

“It wasn’t much, but it was the best we could do.” He shrugged.

“It means everything to me, thank you friend.”

I knew Hannibal had made an actual cake, but it felt right to sing over my little cupcake. I couldn’t wipe the grin off my face as I finally blew out the candle. This evening was perfect. By the time everyone left I was exhausted, but my heart still felt fluttery.

“I’m so proud of you Darling.” Hannibal said.

I looked up at him.

“Huh, why?”

“You did so well today. You enjoyed yourself. It was nice to see. How are you feeling, I know you get a little anxious after gatherings.”

“Amazing!” I squealed, “that was the most fun I had in a whole. Thank you, both of you. I know you would have preferred a bigger party Hannibal but-“

“It’s you’re birthday, it isn’t about me. You know I would do anything for you my love.”

I giggled, standing on my tippy toes and kissing him on the cheek. We had finished cleaning everything up and we’re now lazily laying on the couch. My head on Hannibal’s lap and my feet on Meadow’s. We had a horror movie turned on in the background to finish off the night.

“Would you like to know what Hannibal and I got you now?” Meadow asked.

“You got me more?” I said.

She chuckled.

“We didn’t want to overwhelm you earlier by making you open it in front of everyone else.”

“That’s not exactly something you say when you don’t want someone to be anxious Hannibal” I poked fun lightly.

But I was nervous, they already spoiled me way too much. I was afraid I couldn’t handle much more. My excitement had its limits before it spiralled into madness. And that was the last thing I needed right now. To have a full blown meltdown on my birthday. In front of the two people I love most in this world.

Meadow got up off the couch and walked over to the counter grabbing something. She came back and sat back down, handing me an envelope. I starred at it confused. What could they have possibly gotten me? I shakily opened the envelope and pulled out some card stock. I flipped it over in my hands and gasped.

“No.” I said, “you didn’t”

“We’ve already got everything planned my love, you don’t have to worry about anything”

“And what about my bugs?”

“That’s why I pulled William aside earlier, he’s willing to watch your bugs.”

I was about to start crying again. I didn’t mean to, there were just so many emotions happening right now. I rubbed the plane tickets in my hand, just staring blankly at the sealing.

“How long?”

“One month, but we can always leave sooner if you want to and just come back home. My boss gave me time off work, and Hannibal has his schedule cleared as well. We’ve already packed everything for you darling.” Meadow explained.

“Why are you both so perfect?” I asked.

I felt Hannibal’s chest rumble and he laughed. Their distinct sounds harmonising with each other.

“You’re really taking me back home to France for a whole month? There so much I’ll want to show you!”

“Then we leave in the morning my love”

He leaned down and kissed my forehead.

“Happy Birthday Frances.”

“Happy birthday Honey” Meadow said.

We laid on the couch the rest of the evening. Hannibal letting us enjoy watching American Psycho without telling us how inaccurate the whole things was. Tonight was perfect.

An: God this poor woman needed some comfort for once. This chapter was so much fun to write! I hope y’all enjoy it as much as I did 🥰

[baekhvuns]

Huh why is our last convo flagged as mature content 😅

I'm torn because EXO COMEBACK YAY but more money for SM? Very much NAAAAAAY and it's such a mess, but EXO RISE!

Armchairs when EXO and SKZ beat BTS: 🤬🖕🏻 FRAUD!!! Their outrage is so funny, nothing like good old fashioned Exol-s vs Armys battle!

The pre release is very nice and nostalgic, the vocals are vocalling! Baek cropping SM's logo in his IG story, idk if it was incidental, but I choose to believe he did it on purpose to be a little silly!

Not sure if I will see that Ferrari girl ever again, she has races to attend lmao

A lot of Shawols are feeling negative about the song description, I'm skeptical, but it's Shinee after all. Intense piano, something like the beginning of Advice maybe? This comeback is also bittersweet because of Jinki, but I'm still sooo looking forward to it. However...... 😭 https://twitter.com/pansymoons/status/1668272217904365574?t=lw0Cq8MzYXGdKBZl3gnJ3Q&s=19 - this combined with HARD I- are they for real ahdgaggsgagsgssfajshsh

Damn, how to be Hoshi?! https://twitter.com/hoshzone/status/1668567593085706240?t=v9rtKzMcXHxVPkY-9qjCiQ&s=19 and he followed them right after, I'm glad they allowed him to do it, after all the 5 in his IG username stands for Shinee and there's no other explanation

YES YES YES EXACTLY EVERYTHING YOU SAID ABOUT ATEEZ AND THEIR PHOTOSHOOTS. You know I have all their albums, I was either too blinded by their looks in the past or perhaps the photos were a bit better but now yeah I can see the lack of variety? I can't tell, but my god the shoots rely on their appearance only and sometimes the photos don't even look flattering :/ not to mention the whitewashing and air brushing. There's no depth in those photos. The inspiration may be there, but it's watered down. I have a lot to say about the technical aspects too, it pisses me off not only because I want better for Ateez and don't want KQ to milk fans and give them half assed concepts, but also as someone who dabbled into photography... so fucking annoying. There's so much to be done. The white outfits photos???? For what.... come to think, not only does Ateez lack great comeback photos, they barely have any magazine shoots? Very strange

Ok so Bouncy sounds fun, the preview doesn't really sound like an Ateez's song to me though, the dance looks like it may get popular on Tik Tok lmao. I wish they did something different, but maybe I won't dislike it, I was just hoping for actual singing, but I don't think that's the vibe they're going for right now lmao. It does sound like a summer banger, a good club song and Seonghwa is already eating it up! I'm just worried they're pushing the Hwa rapper agenda and won't give him a lot of singing lines, and look rapper Hwa is cool, but he has such a versatile voice!

Stray Kids' song left me speechless in a bad way at first, but... not to compare, but Skz can just pull off wacky shit, it's their brand at this point, so they sold it to me. Not my fave TT and they have better bsides, e.g. Topline with Tiger JK, but S Class isn't terrible. Hopefully I feel the same about Bouncy

THE NAKAMOTO YUTA YES! Maybe I'm back to being a Yuta girl now ajdhdhsgagsgaggaags I've always had Taeyong tunnel vision so it's hard to focus on anyone else, besides xenophobic SM doesn't give two shits about him, he needs to go jrock, he has the voice for it, instead he barely exhales on NCT's tracks JAIL. We actually told him we're looking forward to more jrock covers and perhaps an anime opening? I hope something good happens to him and EmbarrasSMENT actually promotes it. At this point he should join WayV, ignored, underrated... 😭😭😭😭 Anyway he was very kind and gentle and we made him laugh with our clown antics, so that's a win!

I'm so proud of Taeyong, he put his whole heart and Tyongussy into this album and it paid off despite SM not doing much for him, so much for being the company fave... and the fact antis were boycotting him? VILE. Yes, Mark was cheering so loudly it was cute! And Taeyong called Yuta and Taeil out for not attending his showcase, but then they eventually came <3 haven't seen much of Dream, but tbh I don't care about them, sorry 😅

Taeyong's photocards y'all will be mine... one day 🤧 where did SM get him from? The streets ahsghagshahshs pretty sure they lured him in with bread or some shit.....

Btw there's one scene in Bloodhounds that was shot at the same location as Skz's Back Door I was like, hold ooooon. Is it good?

You're watching anime illegally, so I'd suggest to look at animepisode.com! They have 10 episodes on there I believe. I mean black hair, blonde hair, pink hair... they're all Seonghwas anyway.

Taeyong is going the Kai's route and does challenges with so many people, both for his track and theirs <3 and https://twitter.com/taeoho/status/1668155919962714114?t=EFHbqllTpLsZtbFbv4kJEw&s=19

Both JYP and KQ and basically everyone else seem to be more relaxed about challenges now, so I hope to see more. The fact there's no Skz x Atz challenge yet is criminal... also LSF appeared on Aespa's channel?! Maybe Hybe is still trying to buy SM aksgdgsfahsgahshshsh

Ok but his mind! I know it's just a silly Tik Tok, but I'll never not admire his passion and dedication to details. He's so creative too, that's why I always want more for him, I know he's not greedy, but I just want him to have more opportunities 😭 https://twitter.com/hwalilac/status/1668188123984195585?t=nxxIDzwNPLbn_eGFEwKpvw&s=19

THESE TWO AGAIN MY GOD AND WHAT IF SEONGHWA..... https://twitter.com/TENsfeed/status/1668740420678090753?t=2sCKYa6AXtuNL022D_rQIg&s=19 - DV 💖

hello!!

Huh why is our last convo flagged as mature content 😅 /// I'm torn because EXO COMEBACK YAY but more money for SM? Very much NAAAAAAY and it's such a mess, but EXO RISE! /// Armchairs when EXO and SKZ beat BTS: 🤬🖕🏻 FRAUD!!! Their outrage is so funny, nothing like good old fashioned Exol-s vs Armys battle!

NO BC FHWKDHWK THIS IS THE SECOND TIME 😭😭😭 SOMEONES OUT FOR MY BLOG FBWNDBSJ more money to sm but if exo win the case,, they will get a sum hopefully the labor cooperation does their thing BUT EXO WE RISE !!!!!! NO IT REALLY IS SO VERY FUNNY BC THE STREAMING CULTURE AND EXOLS ARE JUST NOW LEARNING ABT IT AND TRYING IT OUT AND THE STREAMS ARE CRAZY SO IT GOT PPL MAD??? how are we gatekeeping streaming now 😭😭😭😭 also gotta make this comeback their biggest as a way of protest 🤚🏻u know 2016-2017 kpop is back when army v exols start pulling up 😭😭

The pre release is very nice and nostalgic, the vocals are vocalling! Baek cropping SM's logo in his IG story, idk if it was incidental, but I choose to believe he did it on purpose to be a little silly! /// Not sure if I will see that Ferrari girl ever again, she has races to attend lmao

it really is,,, i actually cried bc of the no autotune in their voice made me realize how kpop’s full of autotune but exo will always produce the best of their raw voices,, was discussing this with a friend rn with listening to atz’s cb and switching to exo give the ears something to be peaceful about 😭😭 NO BC I KNOW HE WAS LAUGHING DOING IT TOO but with the way his everything is being eyed upon,,, this is the least shady thing he can do bc otherwise when that mouth opens it drags esp after this??? drag them to court baeks,,, gotta attend ferarri races only for disappointment 😔😔 but at least seb will be on the track ✊🏻

A lot of Shawols are feeling negative about the song description, I'm skeptical, but it's Shinee after all. Intense piano, something like the beginning of Advice maybe? This comeback is also bittersweet because of Jinki, but I'm still sooo looking forward to it. However...... 😭 https://twitter.com/pansymoons/status/1668272217904365574?t=lw0Cq8MzYXGdKBZl3gnJ3Q&s=19  - this combined with HARD I- are they for real ahdgaggsgagsgssfajshsh

i mean yeah it’s shinee after all,, we’d get a good song either if not the tt then we know the bsides will ABSOLUTELY always carry,,, NO BC I TRIED TO FIGURE ALL OF THIS OUT??? HOW??? LIKE WHAT EVEN IS THIS SM 😭😭

Damn, how to be Hoshi?! https://twitter.com/hoshzone/status/1668567593085706240?t=v9rtKzMcXHxVPkY-9qjCiQ&s=19 and he followed them right after, I'm glad they allowed him to do it, after all the 5 in his IG username stands for Shinee and there's no other explanation

THIS IS SO WHOLESOMELY CUTE 😭😭😭 NO LITERALLY HOSHI THE MOST ACCOMPLISHED SHAWOL

YES YES YES EXACTLY EVERYTHING YOU SAID ABOUT ATEEZ AND THEIR PHOTOSHOOTS. You know I have all their albums, I was either too blinded by their looks in the past or perhaps the photos were a bit better but now yeah I can see the lack of variety? I can't tell, but my god the shoots rely on their appearance only and sometimes the photos don't even look flattering :/ not to mention the whitewashing and air brushing. There's no depth in those photos. The inspiration may be there, but it's watered down. I have a lot to say about the technical aspects too, it pisses me off not only because I want better for Ateez and don't want KQ to milk fans and give them half assed concepts, but also as someone who dabbled into photography... so fucking annoying. There's so much to be done. The white outfits photos???? For what.... come to think, not only does Ateez lack great comeback photos, they barely have any magazine shoots? Very strange

YES YES !!!!! it’s always the same studio,,, same backdrop, little to none accessories neutral tones,,, i also dabble into photography quite often so my first thought whenever i purchase albums is to see the photo books first bc i need them to be STUNNING my top3 are exo’s, nct’s sticker album but seoul city version the photography in it so sO IMPECCABLE to look at, the shine the colours the angles and the blurs and all??? ive been dying to purchase it,, the scenery is sTUNNING like look at these :::

and then

the difference between them is actually crazy,,, nEED a new photographer for atz + someone who dresses them accordingly to the backdrop— give us colour an outside background (like w diary),, do a kokobop photo scans colour scheme???? UR ABSOLUTELY CORRECT the depth we can get but won’t makes me mad, like how ty did for his album, black and white and his features carried him,, the shadows from his nose and his eye sets, pure artistry,, like those are photos id hang up as art,, have not seen the current album’s photobook but i won’t be surprised at it,, YEAH THE LACK OF MAGAZINE SHOOTS??? LIKE I SAW THIS ON PINTEREST AND WAS SCREAMING AT KQ ???? LIKE GET SHIT LIKE THIS IF U WANNA USE A WHITE BACK DROP GIVE US EDITORIALS???

Ok so Bouncy sounds fun, the preview doesn't really sound like an Ateez's song to me though, the dance looks like it may get popular on Tik Tok lmao. I wish they did something different, but maybe I won't dislike it, I was just hoping for actual singing, but I don't think that's the vibe they're going for right now lmao. It does sound like a summer banger, a good club song and Seonghwa is already eating it up! I'm just worried they're pushing the Hwa rapper agenda and won't give him a lot of singing lines, and look rapper Hwa is cool, but he has such a versatile voice!

it does sound fun and it def is!!! def the best mv aesthetically the chorus is STUCK in my head 😭😭😭 listened to the album, sorry to say but it sounds like a second geurilla album,, few of my friends and i were discussing this and we wished they chose songs like how sm chooses for their group’s bsides,,, it sounds the same but it does sound good just wished for songs like treasure and utopia,, just raw voices, vocals and a dream.

im gonna let u review of it happen so i will comment then 😭😭

Stray Kids' song left me speechless in a bad way at first, but... not to compare, but Skz can just pull off wacky shit, it's their brand at this point, so they sold it to me. Not my fave TT and they have better bsides, e.g. Topline with Tiger JK, but S Class isn't terrible. Hopefully I feel the same about Bouncy

LMFAOOOO 😭😭😭 i will def check it out now that u mentioned a few, i did hear one where they kept whispering and it just didn’t click w me 😭😭

THE NAKAMOTO YUTA YES! Maybe I'm back to being a Yuta girl now ajdhdhsgagsgaggaags I've always had Taeyong tunnel vision so it's hard to focus on anyone else, besides xenophobic SM doesn't give two shits about him, he needs to go jrock, he has the voice for it, instead he barely exhales on NCT's tracks JAIL. We actually told him we're looking forward to more jrock covers and perhaps an anime opening? I hope something good happens to him and EmbarrasSMENT actually promotes it. At this point he should join WayV, ignored, underrated... 😭😭😭😭 Anyway he was very kind and gentle and we made him laugh with our clown antics, so that's a win!

NO BC IM ACTUALLY SCREAMING ????? ANON IF U DONT PHOTOCOPY THAT AUTOGRAPH AND SEND IT OVER ,,, ITS OVER 🔫 no ur so right, yuta has so much potential he can pull of villain so good + sm need to get him on the big screen like d.o,,, like he can hit big he’s really good at acting esp after the japanese movie he did! NO UR SO RIGHT HE BARELY BREATHES IN THOSE TRACKS LIKE I DONT EVEN KNOW HOW HE SOUNDS LIKE 😭😭😭😭 he should bc at least he can fill that one spot w his magnificent voice <33 AND U MADE HIM LAUGH

I'm so proud of Taeyong, he put his whole heart and Tyongussy into this album and it paid off despite SM not doing much for him, so much for being the company fave... and the fact antis were boycotting him? VILE. Yes, Mark was cheering so loudly it was cute! And Taeyong called Yuta and Taeil out for not attending his showcase, but then they eventually came <3 haven't seen much of Dream, but tbh I don't care about them, sorry 😅

HE REALLY DID!!! that album screams him, from the photos to the entire concept vvv glad he took the initiative for it and got the copy rights at least ik the money will go to him 🧍🏻‍♀️,,, BENBFEKJDKW OH TO BE U AND ATTEND THESE EVENTS 😭😭😭

Taeyong's photocards y'all will be mine... one day 🤧 where did SM get him from? The streets ahsghagshahshs pretty sure they lured him in with bread or some shit..... /// Btw there's one scene in Bloodhounds that was shot at the same location as Skz's Back Door I was like, hold ooooon. Is it good?

LMFAOOOO taeyong photocards are like a new level of expensive which means at least u can get some from his album 😭😭 need his legendary one actually,, FBWKDHWKD IS IT GOOD??? LORD IM WATCHING FOR THAT PLOT BUT THAT DRAMA IS ACTUALLY CRAZY GOOD IM 100% SOLD everyone acts so well im so into it!

now that i think of it, these photo cards are like investment,,, i will sell mine in a few years to come for some moolah and ik that thv card will SELL

You're watching anime illegally, so I'd suggest to look at animepisode.com! They have 10 episodes on there I believe. I mean black hair, blonde hair, pink hair... they're all Seonghwas anyway.

ur my saviour omg i used to watch anime on watchdub.com back in the day and could not find a good place for now BUT IM SO GLAD THANK U THANK U 😭😭😭 all of them are seonghwas, no exception.

Taeyong is going the Kai's route and does challenges with so many people, both for his track and theirs <3 and https://twitter.com/taeoho/status/1668155919962714114?t=EFHbqllTpLsZtbFbv4kJEw&s=19

BUT WHEN DO WE GET MISTA ROVER X MR SHALALAA ?????????? TAEYONG GO VISIT KAIS 9 TO 5 AND GET HIM OUT

Both JYP and KQ and basically everyone else seem to be more relaxed about challenges now, so I hope to see more. The fact there's no Skz x Atz challenge yet is criminal... also LSF appeared on Aespa's channel?! Maybe Hybe is still trying to buy SM aksgdgsfahsgahshshsh

right!! it’s so nice to see everyone in the id is try somehow support each other and promo it, hoping atz also gets a lot!!! NO LITERALLY LIKE WE BETTER GET CHANGBIN DOING THAT CHALLENGE,,, hybe will forever try to buy it 😭😭😭

Ok but his mind! I know it's just a silly Tik Tok, but I'll never not admire his passion and dedication to details. He's so creative too, that's why I always want more for him, I know he's not greedy, but I just want him to have more opportunities 😭 https://twitter.com/hwalilac/status/1668188123984195585?t=nxxIDzwNPLbn_eGFEwKpvw&s=19

seonghwa director era is coming ??? ur right more of his opportunity to show his art !!!! i hope they get to go on running man this promo season, and lots more!

???

THESE TWO AGAIN MY GOD AND WHAT IF SEONGHWA..... https://twitter.com/TENsfeed/status/1668740420678090753?t=2sCKYa6AXtuNL022D_rQIg&s=19 - DV 💖

WHY DOES TEN LOOK LIKE ROSÉ 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 SCREAMS AND NOW HAVE SEONGHWA BY TENS SIDE FBWNFHWK WHEN WHEN WHENNNN!!!!!!

loona to freedom ✊🏻

😭😭

AND??? LMFAOOOO IF I WAS JAEJOONG ID BURN IT & and if all sm artists to jaejoong’s company? he will always have the last laugh

AND EXCUSE ME???? PLAY MMMH RIGHT NOW

[ava-achlys]

The Boyz NSFW Scenarios

Kim Sunwoo - Hands Off [Requested]

softdom!Sunwoo x gf!reader

Request: Sunwoo likes to play with his girlfriend's breasts

Warnings: mentions of bullying, body image, underage drinking, anxiety (very brief), titfucking

Long overdue request for @ace-seventeen-world , I hope you like it! Also first time writing anything about titfucking, I hope it turned out alright. 🙏🏽

Sunwoo loves you even when you don't feel like loving yourself.

Being well-endowed since puberty hit meant you received a lot of unwanted attention from all genders. Some would pass judgement, calling you desperate for attention; and some would ogle and make lewd comments. This led to you coming to school wearing oversized baggy clothes and even turtlenecks no matter the weather. The less your body was apparent for people to judge, the better, you thought. Except the comments never stopped. You were so sick of your body being the talk of the student population of your small-town high school that you couldn't wait to graduate; and move far away to start afresh in college, where you futilely hoped that people would be more mature about these things.

Moving away for college turned out to be the best decision you made. You made a whole bunch of new, more mature friends who taught you to embrace and appreciate your body. Inappropriate comments from strangers still came your way, but with your new, reliable support system, you learnt to shut them out, and your girlfriends would even try to fight them for you, which made you feel very touched and grateful. Apparently, this sincerity didn't stop with just your good friends. That was also how you met your current boyfriend. Your friends had convinced you to come with them to a party during your first semester, and you allowed them to doll you up, upon much pestering. You were dressed in a nice blouse and skirt, which turned some heads at the party, and though you felt rather self-conscious in the beginning, you loosened up after a few drinks and dances. From there, you didn't care if people paid good or bad attention to you; all you wanted was to have fun with your best friends.

One of your friends introduced you to a gaggle of other first- and second-years, who were very loud and goofy, except for one; who had previously been laughing boisterously along with them until he set his eyes on you. He abruptly stopped laughing when you made eye contact, and you could have sworn he developed a light flush. With pouty lips and dark eyes, and a mop of fluffy black hair, he smiled shyly at you, nodding in acknowledgement and softly introducing himself. His voice was deep and had an attractive drawl and a pleasant raspiness. His name was Sunwoo, and you ingrained it into your memory easily, smiling shyly back at him. You mostly kept to yourself as the rest of them chatted, nursing your drink when a flurry of words and a loud slap shook you. You whipped around to see one of the boys, with cotton-candy hair and sharp feline eyes rubbing his arm and muttering under his breath next to Sunwoo, who was staring at you while whispering something to the boy - Eric, was it?

"Apologize!" Sunwoo hissed, nudging him. You tried to back off but Eric nervously came forward and rubbed his neck sheepishly, stuttering an apology while avoiding your eyes. He didn't specify what he was apologizing for, but you already had an inkling. All your friends were now staring at you, confused as to what had transpired. Unable to handle the stifling awkwardness, you quickly murmured "It's fine, Eric," before speedwalking away to get some fresh air, unaware that a certain dark-haired boy was scurrying after you. You turned to the nearest balcony and hurriedly gulped some fresh air to calm down, all-too-familiar feelings of panic and shame drowning you. You fought back tears, ignoring some of the smokers occupying the same space, who were looking at you with a mixture of confusion and pity. You managed to calm your breathing, and blink back tears, when a figure slowly comes to stand next to you. He doesn't look at you out of courtesy, fixing his gaze straight ahead. "Are you alright?" he asks softly. You nod firmly, trying to seem completely calm. "Eric... sometimes says things without thinking, but I know that's not an excuse. I just want to apologize again, for making you uncomfortable." His voice is gentle and soothing, and you tilt your head to face him, since he was a bit taller.

"It's not your fault, but thanks Sunwoo. And don't worry, parties aren't really my thing, I just came cause my friends were begging me to join them," you chuckle softly, to which Sunwoo gives you a lopsided grin.

"I feel you on that. I'm here to look after my idiot friends."

You share a good laugh, and spend the rest of the evening getting to know each other, but conversation comes easy, like you've known each other for years.

You and Sunwoo's paths seem to cross often, apparently because his faculty was right next to yours, and soon your friend groups merge and become one massive group, and you've even forgiven Eric. Days turned into months, casual meetups turned into lunch and movie dates, and soon you and Sunwoo are constantly switching back and forth staying over at each other's apartments.

Ever since you two started dating and you've gotten used to wearing more comfortable clothes around him, you've noticed him staring at your chest every now and then, but at least he had the decency to look apologetic and embarrassed whenever you catch him. You started to tease him, and he would bashfully hide his face and whine cutely. To get back at you, he'd purposely keep his hands cold and hug you out of nowhere, just to hear you squeal, knowing you're ticklish. Sometimes he'd be even bolder, trailing his hands up your sides and cupping your breasts under your shirt, especially when you walk around the house with no bra on. He'd do it when you're cuddling on the couch watching a movie, or worse, when you're trying to study. You didn't mind it usually, since you appreciated the support from his hands since the weight of your breasts takes a toll on your back, and you weren't fond of wearing a bra 24/7. Except the little shit likes to tease, jiggling them around and squeezing them when he's being extra playful, even grazing your nipples with his fingertips; chuckling lowly in your ear when you gasp or squirm in pleasure.

One night in bed, you confront him jokingly. Your period was on its way soon, and your breasts were feeling extra tender and swollen, something you had complained about, so your dear boyfriend very happily obliged, massaging them gently to ease your discomfort. After a while he gets bored, and starts prodding them, round eyes watching intently as they bounce. You can't help but laugh at how adorably fascinated he looks, so you ask him why he's so enamored by your boobs.

"They're just.. fun to play with, yknow? Bouncy and squishy. Can't help myself okay, you're just so perfect," Sunwoo grumbles, blushing again since he got caught.

"Yeah? What if I lose weight and they get smaller? Will you still like me then?" you ask, feeling rather self-conscious, irrational worries that he only likes you for your assets filling your mind. You try to ignore them, knowing your relationship with Sunwoo was much more than superficial, but trauma and bad memories keep causing you to doubt yourself.

"Of course I would!" Sunwoo gasps, reaching up to hold your face urgently but with such a tender gaze in his eyes. "It's still you, and you'll always be perfect, and I love you no matter what."

Tears welled up in your eyes when he said those words. Few people had treated you with such genuine kindness and you were so grateful to have him as your partner. You squished his cheeks together and pressed a kiss to his lips, surprising him. "I love you too, Sunwoo," you whispered, a small smile on your teary face. A cheeky grin slowly replaces the shock on his face. "Shall I show you just how much I love you?" he drawls, crawling on top of you, making you lay down on the bed. Sunwoo positions you to nestle comfortably against the pillows, helping you take your shirt off afterwards.

Your cheeks start to heat up at Sunwoo's intense gaze raking over your body, and your arms habitually come up to shield your breasts, but he's quick to catch them, gently pulling them away. "Don't be shy. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever met, inside and out," he murmurs, making you blush even harder. He kisses you deeply, before trailing his lips down, pressing light kisses down your neck and across your chest, gently nipping at the skin just above your right nipple. He resumes massaging your breasts, admiring the way your face scrunches up cutely in pleasure, his warm hands on your skin making you sigh happily. He leans down again, tracing a circle around your areola, making you shiver. He teases you a little more, flicking your hardened nub with his tongue before finally latching on and suckling on it, rubbing it periodically with his tongue. His hands are still massaging your breasts, twisting and tugging on your other nipple.

He pulls off with a satisfied 'pop' when you whine, pleased with how raw and puffy your nipple has become, glistening with an abundance of his spit. He dives back down to subject your other nipple to the same treatment, but this time, his free hand creeps down your tummy and between your thighs. You moan when he grazes your clit with his fingertips, and you can feel his plush lips smirk into your skin, obviously proud of himself. You willingly part your legs, and he dips his middle finger straight into your folds, your juices coating his finger instantly. He raises his head to look at you, eyebrows raised cheekily. "So wet already, babe? Always knew your nipples were so sensitive," he chuckles, slowly pumping his finger in and out of you. You shut your eyes, the stimulation of his mouth on your chest and his hand on your pussy clouding your mind. He inserts another finger and pumps you faster while he drags his teeth against your puffy nipple, making you shiver and moan even louder.

He starts leaving hickeys and bites all over your decolletage, looking forward to seeing those pretty marks bloom purple tomorrow morning. Finally, he eases up on his ministrations on your chest, and focused on fucking you hard and fast with his fingers, slamming three digits into your core, gleefully watching the way your breasts jiggle from the impact. He glances up at your face, finding your head tossed back, soft mewls and moans falling from raw, bitten lips. You're clutching the bedsheets in a death grip as Sunwoo starts sucking on your clit as he fingers you. He sucks hard, nudging it with his tongue every so often as he slows down his thrusts, opting to scissor you open and drag his fingertips along your walls, rubbing hard against your g-spot when he finds it, indicated by your shrill yelp. "B-babe, gonna c-cum," you gasp, still writhing in pleasure. "Go on, love, cum for me," he mumbles against your core, and soon you're clenching on his fingers, coating them with your cum, and he continues to fuck you through your climax.

Gasping for air, you wince as he pulls his fingers out, pussy clenching on nothing as you watch him idly put them in his mouth, sucking them clean. He smiles lazily at you, telling you how sweet you taste and even gives you a kiss, making you taste yourself. Your cheeks turn crimson again, and you decide you want to return the favor, having felt his hard cock pressing against your thigh when he leaned down to kiss you. You eye the tent in his jeans, and start unbuckling his belt. He looks at you in alarm, grasping your hands to stop you. "Baby, you don't have to do that, this is about you," he smiles gently. You pout at him. "But I wanna help you too! I have an idea that I always wanted to try with you…" Sunwoo takes a moment to consider, making sure you were genuinely comfortable doing so, and his eyes glimmer with anticipation when he nods in agreement. You beam wordlessly at him, helping him out of his jeans and boxers. You can't help but lick your lips at the sight of his erect cock.

Sunwoo's dick always made you feel good, whether it was fucking your pussy or your throat, but you always wondered what it would feel like sliding between your bountiful breasts. You pull him up to straddle your chest, and his eyes widen when he realizes what you want him to do. "Really?" he gasps, dick twitching with excitement when you readily nod. He chokes on a moan when you swipe your finger up his cock, gathering his dripping precum to slather it between your breasts. He slowly slides his dick into the valley between your breasts as your hands push them together, making it even tighter around him, and he groans lowly. Sunwoo thrusts shallowly, loving the way the smooth skin of your breasts feels around his aching cock. He begins to take over, his larger, warmer hands replacing yours, squishing your tits together as he rocks his hips faster, becoming addicted to the the feeling. It wasn't much physical stimulation for you, but you felt yourself getting hot again watching his face contort in pleasure, his tightening grip on your tender, sensitive breasts rather arousing. You can't look away, mesmerized by how good he looks with his lower lip caught between his teeth, grunting softly as he uses your tits to get himself off.

"You look so hot like this Sunwoo," you murmur, your hand resting on his thigh as he continues to piston his hips. He barks out a breathless laugh, "Have you looked at yourself properly? You're fucking gorgeous, babe, don't you ever forget that. Although, I'm down to remind you all the time." he winks. You smirk at him, and your hands come up to squeeze his muscular ass, the same way he likes to squeeze your boobs. He's got a nice butt, you had to admit, toned and sculpted from years of various sports, and it was your weakness the same way your breasts were his. He moans louder when he feels you groping his ass, hips stuttering as he approaches his climax. He throws his head back as he fucks erratically, squishing your tits even tighter together and you keen at the rough treatment. You coax him in a soft whisper to cum all over your tits, and soon he does, painting your chest white as his hips slow down, and he's gasping for air. A little bit of his cum has spurted onto your lips, but you willingly lick it up and smile up at him, your hands still soothingly rubbing his cheeks as he comes down from his high.

You grab some wet tissues from your bedside drawers and clean up your chest as best as you could, wiping away all the cum before Sunwoo flops next to you, resting his head on your chest the way he usually loves to. You lay there in comfortable silence for a while more, stroking his hair and you feel him smile into your skin, his finger absentmindedly tracing the hickeys he's left across your breasts. Maybe going to that party all those months ago was the best decision you ever made (second only to moving here for college), and maybe you and Sunwoo finally get out of bed to shower, and maybe you go for a second round in the bathroom, filling the steamy air with echoes of wet skin slapping and soft proclamations of 'I love you's.

[dreamwritesimagines]

Burn The Witch 17 - Bad Habit [Bucky Barnes x Reader]

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful support and feedback my loves ! ❤ Here’s the next chapter, I hope you like it as well and please let me know what you think! ❤ Thank you! ❤❤❤

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: Enemies to lovers, fake dating, mentions of blood, sex, violence, death, manipulation, language, guns, knives.

Summary: Everyone needs help sometimes.

Series Masterlist

It wasn’t that there weren’t any spies who didn’t lie to their superiors.

There just weren’t any spies who lied to their superiors and lived to tell the tale, especially on high stakes missions like these.

You tried to convince yourself that the General would never find out, but that wasn’t the only reason why you were freaking out. Putting false information on your report was bad, yes, but the worst part was that you were beginning to find it harder and harder to report whatever information you found out about your fake boyfriend.

For some reason, you had a feeling it wouldn’t just stop at one lie.

Your eyes opened as you snapped out of your sleep all of a sudden and you took a look at the window, but it was still dark outside. That wasn’t the problem, the problem was that you had gone to sleep with Bucky by your side but now you were in an empty bed.

“Bucky?” you whispered into the darkness and sat up in the bed. After kicking off the covers, you made your way to the living room but as soon as you got there, he opened his eyes and turned his head to look at you.

“Hey,” you whispered, “Are you okay? Are the bandages too tight?”

He pressed a hand over his side to check the bandage, then shook his head.

“No, no…” he said, “Did I wake you up?”

“Nope,” you said, “Is the bed too uncomfortable?”

“The opposite.”

You tilted your head “The bed is too…comfortable?”

He let out a small bitter chuckle and ran a hand over his face as you stepped into the room, then sat down on the floor as well.

“I’m not really used to…” he waved a hand to motion around you, “It’s not familiar to be comfortable.”

Ah.

Of course. You should’ve seen it coming, he was a soldier and coming back home was always so hard for soldiers, especially in Bucky’s situation.

You had so many nightmares after bad missions, you had no idea how you would sleep if you had anything close to what he had been through.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you asked and he shook his head again.

“I’m sorry,” he said, “I was hoping this wouldn’t happen.”

“Don’t be,” you murmured, “Do you want to be alone?”

“No,” he paused for a moment, “Please stay.”

Your heart skipped a beat and you pushed your hair behind you ear, taking a look at the pillow and the throw on the couch, then grabbed them and put them on the floor.

“Y/N, you’re not sleeping on the floor.”

You rushed to the bedroom to grab your pillows and the blanket off the bed, then went back to the living room.

“What are you doing?”

“It’ll be fun,” you said, putting the pillows and blanket on the floor. “Like we’re outside, only not with…annoying bugs.”

“You’re not serious.”

You plopped down the floor and gave him a bright smile. “I am!”

“Darling….” He started but shook his head with a sigh as you lay on your side, pulling the blanket over your shoulders.

“I’m very stubborn, you’re wasting your time if you��re trying to change my mind,” you informed him and he shot you a small smile, then lay down as well. You entwined your fingers with his, then looked up at the ceiling.

“My virtue is so screwed,” you pointed out, making him huff out a laughter.

“Oh absolutely.”

“I mean, there goes my hopes of…” you trailed off, “White picket fence house and puffy skirts and homemade pies.”

“What, you don’t want them with me?” he asked and your heart skipped a beat, then you stole a look at him.

“Can you even imagine that?”

“Yes I can.”

“I think I picture a movie,” you said, “There’s this….big yard, and white picket fences and we painted the house white but the door is red.  And there’s a dog and— feel free to stop me anytime, Bucky.”

“Don’t,” he smiled as if picturing what you were describing made him happy, “Just keep going.”

“We have a rescue dog,” you said, “We got him from a shelter and named him… um, we named him something funny.”

“Is it a big dog?”

“Yeah and you take him on a run every night. Mornings with me, nights with you.”

“That’s a good schedule.”

“He likes me better.”

“Ouch,” his smile widened, “I don’t blame him.”

You hummed, “And you have a mustache I think.”

He shot you a look, “If you say a Clark Gable mustache…”

“I’m just putting it out there—”

“Nope. Not gonna happen.”

“Fine,” you let out a laugh, “And we have an apple tree in the garden. Wait no— we have an apple tree and a peach tree.”

“How big is the garden?”

“Not so big,” you said, “Like in those movies.”

He paused for a moment and you stole a look at him.

“You wanted a big garden?”

“Well,” he said, “We need a big garden for the treehouse.”

“We have a treehouse?”

“Depends,” he said slowly, as if he was intimidated, “Kids love treehouses.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the thought of having kids with him, for the hundredth time the image of a happier future where you weren’t a spy flashing in front of your eyes. You tried to stop the smile pulling at your lips.

“Yeah,” you said, “I think our kids would love them too.”

You could see the ghost of a smile on his face as he rubbed his thumb over your hand.

“Yeah?”

“Mm hm,” you yawned, “And in summer we would put a bouncy house thing in the garden and we would put a hammock between the peach tree and the apple tree and we would relax there while the kids are wreaking havoc in the bouncy house.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

“Yeah,” you murmured, sleep luring you as you closed your eyes, taking in his scent, “Sounds like a good plan.”

                                                           ***

You really didn’t have time to second guess yourself today. Yes you had lied to the General and spent the whole night with Bucky imagining an impossible future but now, you had to keep your head in the game.

You would figure out what you would do. Eventually.

This was a mission. You had to start acting like it.

“I don’t think I like this one,” you called out from the dressing room and in a second, the door opened to reveal Chloe who raised her brows.

“Wow.”

You tilted your head and stepped outside to look at yourself better. The gold body chain wrapped around the lingerie gleamed under the shop’s bright lights and you fixed the suspenders, clicking your tongue.

“Nah. I don’t think so.”

“Wow,” she said again, “I hate you so much, why do you look so hot in lingerie?”

“Chloe, every woman looks hot in lingerie,” you said as you walked back to the dressing room to try the next lingerie set. It was a red lace bodysuit and after a moment of struggle, you got into it, and opened the door again.

“Not this one either.”

“I can’t believe you’re going to sleep with him!” Chloe squealed, “Are you excited?”

You cleared your throat, “It’s just a mission.”

“Yeah but you want to sleep with him?”

“The dude is hot.”

“Y/N.”

“What?” you fixed your hair and frowned at your reflection, “Nope. I don’t like this. It’s too….meh.”

“I doubt Barnes would say meh if he saw you in this,” she said, “He’d probably pass out. You look like you’re about to grab your whip or something. Oh— Y/N, you should like tie him up or something! If we’re not going full on vintage, show him the modern fun times!”

You shot her a look, “Something tells me he doesn’t like to be tied up Chloe.”

“Why not?”

“Uh, because HYDRA scumbags tied him up a lot and he still has nightmares about it?”

“Ah,” she said, “I forgot about that. Hey, maybe he could tie you up!”

“I’ll tell you the same thing I said to Julian when he suggested I called him sir in bed,” you stated, “No thank you, I don’t do that sub thing.”

“Now I kind of wish we specified your cover’s kinks,” she heaved a sigh, “It’d make things so much easier.”

“My cover likes to be in control.”

“No, real you likes to be in control,” she corrected you, “Nothing about your cover says control.”

“Chloe—“ you started but stopped talking when the shop assistant approached you.

“Do you find it to your liking?”

“Um, not exactly,” you said, “I mean I like the color but overall—“

“Do you have bridal sets?” Chloe cut you off and your eyes widened.

“Easy there.”

“Like maybe soft pastel tones…. The whole thing though, garter belt and stockings and everything.”

“Of course!” she said, “We have some new arrivals, let me bring them here.”

“Chloe!” you whispered as the shop assistant walked away, “What the fuck?”

“Think about the dresses we picked for your cover,” she said, “Soft pastels. It makes sense that your cover would pick those shades in lingerie too.”

“Bridal? Really?”

“I mean, Barnes will want to propose you right there when he sees you in them so…” she grinned at you while you narrowed your eyes at her, “Come on! I’m very curious about how he is in bed.”

You tilted your head, “Is there anything you’d like to tell me?” you asked, “Because love triangles are so early 2000s.”

“Hilarious,” she deadpanned, “And no. My type is more—relaxed. Less serious.”

You scoffed and leaned back on the wall, crossing your arms, “You could just say Keith.”

She shifted her weight, biting on her lip. “I mean…” she trailed off, “He still doesn’t make a move though.”

“Why don’t you make a move?”

“I could never!” she gasped, “Nope. Ever. Besides, I thought you were against me dating spies.”

“I am,” you admitted, “But it’s your love life. If you want to date a guy who has an extremely dangerous job and worry about whether or not he will come back to you alive….”

“You’re very romantic, Y/N,” she said as the assistant came closer, holding the set. Even you had to admit, it looked very sexy and beautiful at the same time, with soft pastel lace adorning the fabric, and you took a look at the basque, then walked inside.

“Besides, you’re the one to talk.” Chloe called out as you got into the lingerie, then ran your fingers over the garter belt.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Your boyfriend does dangerous stuff too.”

“Fake boyfriend,” you corrected her, fixing the basque, and as soon as your reflection caught your eye, you raised your brows.

“Okay, maybe you had a point,” you admitted and opened the door, and Chloe grinned at you.

“See,” she said, “This is what I was talking about.”

You smirked at her and leaned on your hip, still looking in the mirror.

“Fine, I like this one.”

“Told you,” she sang and you crossed your arms.

“What dangerous stuff has he been doing lately?”

“He was texting with Wilson about some HYDRA person,” Chloe said, “Apparently they want to go after him. Tonight.”

“What HYDRA person?”

“No clue. And we can’t send a team because then it’ll be obvious— Y/N, I know that look,” she shook her head fervently, “No.”

You tried to look as innocent as possible, “I didn’t say anything.”

“You want to go after the same HYDRA person as them, but you have specific orders and we still haven’t got the okay from the top of the chain of command to go after that scum.”

“Chloe.”

“No. I’m not going to give you the address.”

“Well if Barnes ends up dead, I won’t have a mission will I?”

“He’s going to be fine, he fights better than you.”

You gasped, “How dare you?”

“He fights better than everyone in the division!” she insisted, “He can take care of himself.”

You pouted, “Fine,” you said, “I guess I won’t give Keith the idea of taking you out on a date then.”

She paused for a moment, “That’s bribery.”

“Uh huh.”

“You have no shame, do you?”

You motioned at the lingerie set you were in, “Does it look like it?”

She rubbed at her eye and let out a small whine.

“If my dad asks—“

“He’s not going to know.”

“Do you promise to behave?”

“I always behave,” you stated, making her snort.

“I don’t believe that for a second.”

“Please?” you asked, “I promise I’ll be safe. I’ll just make sure he’s alive, that’s it. I won’t get involved in anything.”

“You promise?”

“Cross my heart.”

Chloe pursed her lips. “For your information, I think picnics are romantic.”

“Dully noted,” you said, “Trust me, he will take you on a picnic. So, do we have a deal?”

She rolled her eyes, then nodded, making you let out a laugh and walk back to the changing room.

“I want candles on that picnic too!”

“Send me the list of your demands,” you called out, “I’ll make sure they’re all covered.”

                                                      ***

In all honesty, Chloe was terrible at saying no to people, especially the people she loved.

You fixed your ski mask as you took a look at the text Bucky had sent you after you asked him what he was doing;

Nothing much, going home soon. You?  

“Liar liar….” You sang as you typed your reply.

Soup Kitchen was so tiring, I think I’ll go to bed early tonight.

Fine. Maybe he wasn’t the only liar in this relationship.

You took a look at the building’s window through your binoculars, then lowered them to check your phone when it vibrated.

Good idea. Sweet dreams darling.

You tried to ignore the smile on your lips but as soon as you heard gunshots coming from the building, your head shot up.

“Shit,” you murmured and tried to see what was happening, but it was impossible. Whoever they were, they were definitely staying away from windows.

“Not gonna get involved,” you muttered, “Not gonna get involved, it’s stupid and puts the mission in danger. I’ll stay right here, he can take care of himself.”

For about five seconds, it worked.

“I’m being stupid,” you mumbled to yourself as you grabbed the gear around your waist, then checked whether it would actually carry you, “I’m being so fucking stupid, I haven’t even slept with the dude yet….”

You went over to the edge of the rooftop, then took a deep breath, grabbed the cables and jumped to crash through the window of the building the gunshots were coming from. You pulled your gun to shoot the person who looked like he was about to shoot Bucky, sending him to the ground and Bucky pushed the guy he was fighting with through the wall, then turned around to point the gun at you but as soon as he did, he frowned.

“….Shrike?”

“Hi handsome.” You unbuckled the rope from the harness, sending it up to the rooftop again as he lowered his gun. “Need a hand?”

Chapter 18

[twsthoodstar]

Twst x Pokémon Pt. 3

This is a part 3 of the last Pokémon post I did, this time with the vice dorm leaders. Sorry this is so late, I’ve been feeling under the weather recently 😓 But I’m starting to feel better now.

Request/idea received from this Anon

Babysitting their crush’s Pokémon while they’re away. However, that task has proven more difficult than expected.

Trey Clover ♣️

Trey was both delighted and nervous when you asked him to babysit Slurpuff. He had only hoped it wouldn’t be as troublesome as certain glutinous monster cat, although he had to admit he was curious. Slurpuff looked so soft and squishy! It couldn’t be that much of a handful could it?

Well needless to say, Slurpuff was actually very helpful in the kitchen. It’s unique sense of smell helped pick the best ingredients and it was more than happy to aid in assembling the treats for the Unbirthday Party, nudging Trey to taste the batter. It reminded Trey of his little siblings back home, how they’d always try and sneak a piece.

However, it all went downhill once the part started. One by one everyone’s cakes and cookies disappeared without a trace. Unaware of the pink Pokémon sneakily using Physic to float the wonderful pastries into its mouth. But it’s cover was blown when it tried to steal Riddle’s tart, and Trey had to step in before the poor little thing lost its head.

Ruggie Bucchi 🐾

Better hope Ruggie doesn’t eat your precious little bundle of wool, might be hard to hold himself back. Shi shi shi, he’s only kidding! He wouldn’t do that to you! Unfortunately, Wooloo seemed to take that very personally and rolled away! It hadn’t even been 5 minutes and Ruggie was already chasing it down!

Poor Wooloo; perhaps leaving it in a dorm full of hungry carnivores wasn’t the greatest idea. Because it zoomed all over the place, trying to flee from any large beastmen. Though I’m sure it looked hilarious seeing the vice dorm leader chasing after a living pillow. Ruggie eventually needed Jack’s help in catching the little guy, and it surprisingly took a liking to the first year!

Wooloo was all over Jack, hiding behind his legs and nuzzling into his bushy tail. Peering at Ruggie with big nervous eyes. He hadn’t planned for this, Ruggie wanted to show you just how responsible he was all on his own, that included caring for your pet. But it couldn’t be helped. Jack hadn’t planned to babysit, but it seemed he had no other choice.

Jade Leech 🐬

(I love Psyduck so much 🥰)

Now Psyduck here is a bit of a special case, so you were a bit hesitant to leave it with Jade. Now there was nothing to worry about, Jade makes sure your Psyduck is well taken care of, he’ll pamper it to perfection. He has claimed he enjoys serving others. Although it appears Psyduck is a rather sensitive creature. But that just makes things more interesting, plus it’s adorable to boot.

Constantly rubbing it’s head, it takes in its surroundings rather slowly. It barely realized you left the room and was just recently waddling around looking for you, poor dear. 😅 Well this shouldn’t be a problem; playtime with rubber duckies, drawing a bath, Jade makes sure Psyduck is in top shape until you get back! However, there was one mishap Jade wasn’t preparing for.

It takes special skill to escape Jade’s well trained eye, and Psyduck just happened to find that perfect moment. Before it knocked into Jade’s terrarium, spilling out all kinds of plants and muck onto the floor with a big bump on its head. It was an accident, but Psyduck couldn’t shake that sudden glare in the eel’s eye. Not even when Jade rubbed its bruised head affectionately.

Floyd Leech 🦈

Oh boy, Gible was not happy about you leaving. Especially leaving its care to a stranger like Floyd. It stomped around and grumbled like a fussy toddler, aggressive to anyone that came near it. While everyone was afraid of getting their hand chewed off, Floyd remained as careless and as brave as ever. So Shrimpy left this little sharkie to be his playmate? How fun!

Gible did not want to play with Floyd, it tried making that as clear as possible. Playing basketball? Deflated. Some squeaky toys? Shredded to pieces. Dancing? It chomped the radio to bits. A yummy platter? Scarfed it down, plate and all. Floyd was clearly losing his patience and started to shift into one of his outrageously random mood swings.

Talk about bad timing when you have an angry Gible pouting across the room. Floyd, now upset the Pokémon wasn’t accepting his friendship, made the mistake of trying to squeeze it. Gible bit him 😬. Chomped right down on his hand, but suprisingly Floyd was fine. It did take Azul and Jade awhile to pry it off, then to keep Floyd from biting back! Hopefully, you’ll return soon before the Lounge ends up in shambles.

Jamil Viper 🐍

Honestly Jamil thinks your Salandit is super cool. Sly and cunning with a streak of mystery, it reminds him of himself. (You smug snake 😑) It was almost the perfect pet for himself, a powerful on way that. Now I’m sure Jamil has some experience with animals, he is Kalim’s right hand man and a servant of the Asim family, the kid knows a thing or two about parades.

So it’s a cake walk babysitting Salandit, at least for the most part. Pokémon are unpredictable creatures and unknown to Twisted Wonderland, so Jamil’s in for a big surprise when Salandit starts dripping actual v e n o m. The red liquid oozes out of its mouth as it starts to burn small holes in the carpet. Of course panics because, that carpet is expensive! And why did you have such a creature in your possession!

He was not prepared for this. Apparently it was having a scuffle with Kalim’s magic carpet, the piece of matting simply wanted to play with Scarabia’s new guest, but the poisonous fire-type took it as a threat instead. Chasing each other around like wild dogs. Reacting quickly, Jamil put it outside using Snake Whisper before things escalated, but decided to give you a call.

Rook Hunt 🏹

You thought Jade was pampering, Rook is over the moon for this fairy type! What a wonderful creature, absolutely beautiful! Rook is completely captivated by the fairy-like creature, the pure pink essence of love in its true form!~ ✨ As he puts it anyways. 😅 Rook will smother Sylveon with attention!

He’ll groom it to perfection and flaunt it to the entire dorm, this of course draws some attention. No one has ever seen a creature quite like Sylveon, with its sweet voice and flowing ribbons. And you left Rook himself in charge to take care of it isn’t that wonderful! ~ ✨ This basically turned into one big photo shoot, with Rook at the center gushing over his new friend.

He even takes Sylveon out on a hunt stroll with him. Man cries when it wraps it’s ribbons around it’s wrist. Let’s just hope no rowdy students make fun of their little adventure, they’ll have a merciless arrow drawn back ready to face them. Rook won’t tolerate gossiping, no one is allowed to tarnish the beauty you and your partner share together.

Ortho Shroud 🤖

Ortho was more than happy to take care of Pikachu for you! He was the one that actually accepted in the first place. It was just so cute and round and soft and friendly, a perfect companion for our little Ortho! Plus, he was really excited to analyze it for his database. Although, in reality he took this opportunity to get Idia out of his shell and help him.

Humans and animals were already a well known subject Ortho knew plenty about, even a few beasts were a well known species. So a loveable Pokémon shouldn’t serve a problem. While Idia wasn’t all that excited about watching a living, breathing, messy pet (virtual pets were much easier) Ortho was not having it and saw this as a good experience.

Playtime was his favorite, Pikachu was just so fast and full of energy. Zipping back and forth with a Quick Attack to chase the bouncy ball, or using its tail to play catch. It was such a cheerful little sunshine, it even shocked Ortho a bit with its cheeks. Emitting little sparks of electricity, which felt really nice. They’re both just so cute together, Idia snuck a few pictures of them napping together.

Lilia Vanrouge 🍷

Another child for Lilia to adopt!! Oh how precious! Immediately Lilia’s fawning over your cute Noibat, however, you tell Lilia to be careful as this Pokémon is quite young. Of course Lilia heads your warning and bids you a graceful farewell, before rushing off with the cutie in his arms to flaunt to his whole dorm.

Almost immediately Lilia’s going to test his cooking skills; a growing boy like that needs to eat right? Well don’t worry, chef Lilia will whip up something nice, which of course has Noibat cheering for a hot meal. The trio of terrified fae and their drowsy human: they couldn’t have Lilia kill off something so precious, you’d be heartbroken!

However, perhaps they were a bit too slow in stopping Lilia, because thanks to his magic he had already whipped up a horrendous looking hole of soup. But what had everyone’s jaws dropping was that Noibat enjoyed it! It even cooed for seconds, nudging Lilia with the bowl. Of course Lilia was over the moon, he’ll have to ask to babysit more often.

[echos-newlegs]

Hello! i was wondering if you do any platonic requests? if so, could you do one between commander cody and obi wan kenobis padawan reader? (preferably she/her pronouns) just pure brother/sister (or vod’ika 👀) fluff. thank you<3

Sibling Things(Platonic)

Of course! This seems really fun actually, so thank you bunches for the request!! I hope this meets your expectations. I kind of foreshadowed with how I rough house with my younger brothers 😅 so I hope this is all good and you enjoy! Again, sorry if it isn't the best!

Warnings: like 3 swear words, and two are canon SW swearing

Word Count: 1.3k

Tag list:

@murdertoothpick @andiebell2023 @kaitou2417 @tacticalsparkles @baroclinicinstability @captain-rexs-girlfriend

"Young y/l/n, meet commander Cody. Cody, meet my new apprentice, y/f/n y/l/n." The moment the two of you shook hands after your introduction. Obi-Wan knew the two of you would cause chaos. Just the glint in both of your eyes, and the way you smiled. Guess you could say, he had a bad feeling about it. 

Which he had good reasoning to, as well. Because you and Cody took quite a liking to one another. 

You knew attachments were forbidden, but it was so hard not to. Cody was the closest thing that you had to a friend. The two of you always worked together and always had each other's back.

It has been nearly a year since your guys introduction. Obi-Wan has nearly had several heart attacks just from your guys rash and idiotic decisions, but it was all worth the fun. Even if the two of you gained a scolding afterwards. 

"Vod'ika," Cody spoke to you from across the room. He didn't often call you it, only when the two of you were alone. Or when you were only near the brothers of his battalion. Which normally had all of your heads turning. 

"Yes, Codes?" You teased. Smiling at the way he scolded you for the nickname. 

"What should we do with Generals Lightsaber?" He asked. Pulling it from his belt. Waving it at you. 

You smiled at his question. Just the thought of even using it had you full of mischievous wonder. And the fact Cody offered the option? Well, that made it all the more exciting. 

"What are you doing with that?" You tried to pretend you didn't want to hide it somewhere from your master. Folding your arms behind your back as you approached the commander.

"He dropped it, and I picked it up." "Typical," you scoffed. Rolling your eyes. 

Then an idea hit you. A small smirk playing at your lips as your eyes looked up to Cody. 

"What?" His response was quick. A small smirk of his own playing at his lips. "You've got that look in your eyes, what's your plan?" He asked. 

You shrugged, taking the blade from him. "Why don't we teach you how to use it? So if he drops it again it doesn't just go to waste." 

Your words made Cody's smile fade. Eyes watching the weapon for a second. Then he looked back to you with a bit of a gulp. 

"I don't think we should, I thought we could just hide it, call it a day? I don't think me and a lightsaber would be safe, y/n." He told you. Rubbing his jaw as he continued to think about it. 

Cody personally wouldn't mind trying it out. He always admired how elegant Obi-Wan seemed with his lightsaber. Even how much more damage the weapon caused than blaster bolts. 

"Come on." You toyed. Smiling at the bigger man. Punching his shoulder playfully. "I'll be right here." You assured him. Smile fading a bit at his chuckle. "That's what I'm worried about." 

The two of you stood in the middle of the training room now. You standing behind Cody. Kicking his feet apart, steadying his shoulders. "You need to feel balanced." You told him. 

"How can I when you're poking at me- hey! Stop that!" He snapped when you kicked the backs of his knees watching him topple forward a bit. A small snicker leaving your lips. 

"No locked knees, either. You should know that already? You need a form that's- almost bouncy." You told him. Getting into your own stance. Holding the stick you were going to have him practice with at first. 

"It'll be like when Waxer and I used to fight with brooms." You told him. Watching him sigh. "There was a reason I never would partake in that, either." 

You nodded in understanding. "Yeah, because you're no fun." 

Your words seemed to challenge the commander. A small smile creeping on your lips. 

"Alright, let's do this then." His words seemed tiring. 

You handed him a stick. You readying your own to have him mirror your actions. 

He wasn't the best at first, but after a while he did get the hang of it. Nice thing about Cody, and most all of the clones, was that they were quick learners. 

So. When you thought the time was right, you put your stick down and handed him the real deal. Showing him how to ignite it. Which he was already aware of, you just needed to be sure. Then going over some small basics. 

"Make sure you keep a tight grip." That was the main rule you had for him. 

You watched as he ignited the saber. Letting out a sharp exhale. Then the two of you began your little dance. 

"What if I hurt you?" He asked, your blades colliding together with a hiss. That made him jump a bit. A small chuckle leaving your lips. 

"Then I'm a pretty karking poor excuse for a Jedi, ain't I?" You asked. Backing up as Cody got more comfortable. A small laugh leaving his own lips. 

You jumped up on a crate. Eyeing him as he got into more of a fighting stance that reminded you of Obi-Wans. 

"Cody, you look just like him!" You chimed. Both of you laughing at the comment. "Well, I'd say something about you looking like Anakin, but I think that'd be more an insult than anything." He told you. Blades colliding once more as you jump back down. This time backing Cody towards the wall. 

"I listen better than Skywalker, anyways." You informed, and he snorted. "Sure you do,"

"I do too listen." A voice came from the doorway. You pressing the button to put your blade away, but Cody didn't. 

Cody went into a panic. The lightsaber flinging out of his hands and everyone's eyes watched it with despair. 

Codys eyes shutting along with yours as you both expected the worse to come. But there was no sound of the holt hitting the ground. 

"I've been looking for this, what were you two even doing?" 

You peeked open your eyes to see both Anakin and Obi-Wan folding their arms at the two of you. The lightsaber now in your masters hand. Both you and Cody straightening yourselves up. 

"Sir we were- it was-" he was nervous. He absolutely sucked at lying, too. 

"I was teaching Cody how to use a lightsaber, Master." You informed. 

Obi-Wan stroked his beard. "Was that all? With my lightsaber? You two could have gotten hurt." He told you and you shrugged. 

"He got the hang of it-" "It won't happen again." Cody interrupted. Obi-Wan and Anakin nodding. 

"Good," and off the General of the 212th went. 

"You know, I think Obi-Wans more of a 'flirt now, fight later,' type stance, but good attempt!" Anakin told the two of you before venturing off down the hall as well. With a half-ass salute

You stood there, in utter shock. Attempting to fight back the laugh from Anakins statement. Glancing to the side to see Cody's face twisted up as well. A hand hiding his mouth. 

"He's not wrong," you spoke through a snort. Throwing your head back at the thought. 

"Shut up before you get us in more trouble!" He tried to keep himself together. Stay serious and not get yelled at by anyone else. 

"Shut up? You're laughing too!" You snapped back with a howl of laughter. Leaning against the wall after Cody shoved you into it. Cody groaned as you reached out to swat at his hands. Him taking this as an advantage to throw you into a headlock. 

"Last time I listen to you is today!" He snapped, holding you tight as your hands gripped at his arm. 

"You idiot let go of me, you have to listen to me!" You grunted. Smacking his arm again. 

"No, I don't! I only have to listen to General Kenobi, as a matter of fact." He told you. Squeezing you a bit tighter until you were wheezing. 

He let you go after a few more seconds, you falling to the ground with a huff as you stared up to the other. "Asshole," "Di'kut." 

[the-fiction-witch]

Blood Pumping P1

MOVIE NOWHERE BOY  COUPLE: PUAL X READER RATING: SMUT

I sat outside on the wall with George as we talked debating the things that had happened that day as well as what was going to happen tonight when we went to see John. I was kinda just zoning out quite honestly watching cars, clouds and people all going about their business. "Oi oi" he says, batting my chest a second. I jumped out of my zone and looked over to where he was looking and instantly I could have rolled my eyes. The girls. George and we'll almost every over boy I knew had a thing for them the three bleach blonde little girls known well for giving a little suck behind the bike sheds to any boy who came asking. I found the attractive sure but not my type personally but as I looked away egar to change the topic as he stared at them longingly I caught a glimpse that made me shift. Made me hold my breath. Made me bite my tongue.

Y/n y/l/n. I don't know why but that girl… she gives me the shivers and shakes like a halloween fun house. She makes my heart pulse like a jackrabbit on coke. I don't know why! I don't know how it started but she did things to me. Things that initially scared me but now… I loved them and I wanted her to do so so much more to me. 

She walked out of class alone, I saw her almost in slow motion. As her little black dress shoes stepped so confidently across the pavement, her little white socks hugged her so close stopping with a red stripe just under her knee, her little red tartan skirt rolled up so the gem sat at her mid thigh, her shirt half undone, tie pulled down low, her breasts bounced as she walked, jacket over her school bag, her long braid down her left shoulder a red alice hand to conceal her fringe, a bright red lipstick painted flawless across those seductive lips. 

I don't know I have to explain everything my dirty little mind wanted to do with her, to her, uummmm anything really. Anything she'd let me! 

"Hey!" George laughed giving me a shove waking me out my head 

"What?"

"Quit it"

"Quit what?"

"Staring"

"I… I'm not staring" 

"Liar. Watch it paul your dicks about to break your fly" he laughs

"Shut up" I shoved him 

"Quit it paul it's chasing jailbait" 

"What do you mean?"

"She's bad news paul. Don't get involved with her"

"Maybe I like a bad girl" I smirked looking back at her biting my lip a little "a bad… bad girl."

"Okay… I now know some things about you I didn't wanna know" he laughs 

"What? No! No no! I didn't mean it like that"

"What do you like about her so much?"

"I don't know whenever I see her I just Wanna…. Ummmm grab her and do… things"

"Paul when did you last get laid?" He asked looking me over

"I haven't"

"What?" 

"Don't look at me like that"

"Paul your still a… virgin?"

"Yeah."

"Why? John gets his dick sucked every show why don't you?"

"One of us has to actually deal with things while your all off having your preshow head. Or post show head." 

"So what just… handies?"

"No nothing. Nothing but me very occasionally"

"When your thinking about y/n?"

"... Sometimes" 

"Why don't you talk to her?"

"I can't"

"Well it's up to you. Talk to the damn girl or go home and jerk it into your pillow" he laughs heading off back home to his, I didn't quite wanna go home just yet so I headed into town and ducked into the little record shop having a flip thought there new releases, I glanced up as I did looking over at the rock and roll section when I stopped short seeing that familiar red tartan skirt and white socks. I didn't think about it, it's the girls school uniform after all it could be anyone but I knew that braid of hair and that alice band I tried not to panic watching her as she half lent over the record box foot tapping along to the music playing, as her fingers flicked through the records 

Uumm babydoll you look so good… umm what I wouldn't give to get my hands on you even for just a moment just to feel that smooth skin, that soft skirt those… ummm bouncy boobs. She moved to another section directly in front of me flicking thought it for a while I could barely think straight trying so hard not to look creepy but she sighed and moved to the box under this one to look for something bending over infront of me the skirt concealed much of her but I saw the tops of her socks, the skin of her thighs, the little lace edge of her white panties I very nearly came just looking at her 

"Hi!" I blurted out making her turn to see me 

"Hi" she smiled "how's the new stuff?"

"Uhh pretty boring" I nodded "how's uhh that?"

"Crap" she laughed standing up an turning to me "you go the boys side of the school don't you?"

"Uhh yeah"

"I knew I'd seen you before" she smiled "well see you around" she smiled before she walked out the shop 

"Wait" I said hurrying after her 

"Yeah?"

"Uughhh… I uhh… I think you look really pretty"

"Aww your sweet" she smiled tapping my nose "hey you any good at algebra?"

"Uh yeah sure pretty good"

"Cool, I've been looking for some help. If your interested" she said 

"I'd be interested yeah Id love help you out" 

"Good, here my mums at bookclub Thursday nights so you can come over then" she smiled writing her address and number on some paper "see you around paul" she smiled before heading off I assume home I was a little confused a moment for one that I had a kinda date and two I didn't tell her my name? Ooohh she already knew my name. Fuck I think I might explode.

I headed to the address she wrote for me making sure to check my hair and such almost every step before arriving at the light blue door 

[brain-amoeba]

hey guys! thought i’d just pop in with a little drabble to keep up interest and readership while i’m working on my requests! hope you like it!

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french tip (kira yoshikage x fem reader)

you did’t exactly consider yourself a very high maintenance girl, but your friends always loved to poke fun at you and “pray” for your future husband...for having to keep up with your biweekly manicures and pedicures, monthly spa trips, and salon frequenting. it’s not that you were high maintenance, no, it’s just that you took pride in your looks, and for good reason! you were a strikingly beautiful woman; bouncy, lively h/c tresses swayed with your every movement, your voluptuous body curved in all the right places. to keep it simple, your looks could stop traffic.

that reason alone is why it’s no big surprise when getting your routine manicure, a strangely attractive man from outside the window nearly drops his briefcase and makes a scene in the middle of a crowded sidewalk. you took a fleeting glance at the man before intently focusing on your manicurist, watching every swipe of the file and buff of the nail to try and distract yourself from the blonde ogling you(r hands) outside.

he wore a strange purple suit, and a tie with an intricate yet unique design you couldn’t exactly make out. to be honest, he was quite dashing. but...

your hands trembled, almost unnoticeably, but your manicurist took note and held your fingers in a tighter grip to steady her work. “stressed?” she asked, easing her hold a little as she noticed your shoulders slump at the sound of her voice.

“yeah, just a lot going on a work, i’m sure you know what i mean.” you replied with a meager smile. you knew you didn’t want to alert anyone of the man outside, who now was trying to inconspicuously linger about the window among the pedestrians. he had a deranged look in his eyes, face aglow with red desire. it‘s been a long time since yoshikage kira happened upon a pair of hands so beautiful he simply had to drop everything he was doing to admire them—perhaps he could afford to be a few extra minutes off schedule, because the sight of your delicate hands was more than worth a few minutes of tardiness. he watched with a psychotic intensity, body nearly vibrating with excitement as he watched the manicurist gently curve and turn your finger for an even coat of polish. and, oh, the style! oh god, the style!

a simple french tip, nothing special. however, your modest choice coupled with the delicate, ultra-feminine contours of your small hands and slender fingers sent kira absolutely over the edge. by then, you managed to forget about his presence outside, lost in menial chitchat with the manicurist. oh, how’s the family? ...good, good, oh, that’s wonderful! oh, that’s too bad...

while the two of you caught up on small talk, kira impulsively took the opportunity to duck into the nail salon. he smoothed his hair, which had now been sticking to his sweat-laden forehead, back and cleared his throat. the receptionist hurried over to the front desk, scowl showing her annoyance. without looking up even once at the blonde, she barked out a “what are you here for, sir?”. kira shifted uncomfortably, his intense gaze now set upon a wall mirror with your vague reflection in it.

“excuse me, but, do you see that beautiful woman getting the french tip?” he asked. the receptionist barely glanced up, her eyes meeting with the back of your head only briefly. “you mean her?” she pointed to you with the tip of her pen. unbeknownst to you, kira was actually going to his most extreme lengths yet for a pair of hands—your hands—you should be flattered, really.

“yes! yes, her! may i pay for her manicure, if that’s accepted here?” kira asked, now reaching for his wallet. the receptionist eased up while looking over at the back of your head a second longer before hurriedly scribbling on a service ticket. “you are such a gentleman! tell me, is that lucky woman your girlfriend?”

kira froze up briefly—almost short circuiting at the very notion of dating such an angel as yourself. thinking on his feet, he replied, “yes, o-of course! i can’t believe my darling would ever dream about paying for a manicure herself.” the blonde peered over his shoulder, back at you, now gone from the chair and off in the back of the salon finishing your nails under a UV light...plenty of time for kira to make himself known to you without raising suspicion. it was as if the universe always had his back—kira yoshikage always got what he wanted. with a satisfied chuckle, he slipped his credit card to the receptionist while keeping an intent gaze on the wall mirror, studying each and every visible contour and shadow on your body as the woman behind the counter swiped his card and did business. “your girlfriend is one lucky woman, sir. i-“ “actually, ma’am, before i go, could you please write this number down on the receipt and give it to her? i got a new work phone today and haven’t had the chance to get the number to her yet.” kira lied straight through his pearly white teeth and gave the receptionist a devilishly innocent smile as he tucked his card back away in the wallet. the woman behind the counter briefly hesitated, before kira’s monotonous voice calling out the numbers snapped her back to action. before turning on his heel to leave, he gave the receptionist one final command: “tell her to call it as soon as she can.”

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Creeper in the Snow ( Karasuno x Manager!Reader )

Warning(s): Weird old man lol. Is this good, probably not. This is more of a crackfic than anything in my head. But here it is! Title: Creeper in the Snow Pairing: Karasuno x Manager!Reader Fandom: Haikyuu! Word Count: 2.047

        The cold cloud escaped your lips with every breath you took. Snow still lay on the ground from that night's storm. The roads were cleared though the sidewalks still had the inch or so of snow that hadn't melted at all with the rising sun. Your shoes would be soaked by the time you got to the gym but by then you could switch into your indoor shoes. All you had to do was get there and open up the gym before any of the team got there. 

        You were in charge of getting the gym set up before the team got there, or at least starting the process. It was normal for one of the boys to arrive at six-thirty to see the doors already open, net material brought out (you were too small to set it up by yourself without one of he poles falling on you), and freshly cleaned balls. On certain occasions, you went even earlier to set everything up for the boys. You were a second-year, though you got mistaken for a first-year often. Screw you chubby face! 

        This meant that it was your second year managing for the team and it would be a lie to say you hadn't gotten attached to your little family. So, what was the harm in doing something special every now and again? On Valentine's Day, you had made everyone chocolates and put cute hearts everywhere in the gym. Christmas, you went all out. Lights, a tiny tree (with gifts included), and anything you thought could make practice a bit more special. You would only be in high school together for so long, you wanted to make the most of it! 

        Today wasn't a special day, perhaps, but you were still out in the chilly weather at the ungodly hour of six a.m. on a Saturday. Why you may ask? Well, thank you for asking disembodied voice! You decided to be nice and get to the gym before the others to turn the heat on. This way, when they finally did arrive, they would enter a warm gym instead of what would feel like the icecream fridge at Ukai's store. Weren't you just an amazing manager?  Kiyoko had early lessons on the weekends and Yachi lived farther away than you. 

        It took one small metro ride and a twenty-minute walk to get to the school, but you didn't mind. You normally liked the time by yourself, it gave you time to think. Most days you would have one of your earbuds in to listen to music or some podcast but today, your phone and headphones were tucked away in your schoolbag. Today was not going to be a relaxing trip, not in the slightest. 

        Everything had been fine until you stepped off ar your stop, one you normally left alone. All of the other passengers had other stops to get to, you were the only regular passenger that got off this stop. It was hard to keep your stomach was sinking when you noticed a man in his late thirties get off at the same station. At first, you didn't think anything of it but when you noticed the man had his phone out, your anxiety began to swell. Was he following you? Perhaps he worked in the same area. You were just being ridiculous.

        As you went over the practice plans for the day, you noticed that even after five minutes of leaving the station, the man was still following you. You thought about the phone stuffed deep in your bag, hidden by your binders and pens that you had casually tossed in that morning. Should you call someone? Who would be up this early? You didn't want to wake someone up just because you were scared. You often worried over Hinata when he got hit by one of the volleyballs and ended up being called a worrywart. You overreacted to the tiniest little thing, this was just something like that. 

        Or so you wanted to believe. 

        As you saw the gym approaching, you shoved your numb fingers in to fish out the keys. The man had slowed down his pace but you still saw glimpses of him when you turned corners. You were ready to just be inside the gym and be able to lock yourself inside. The others could knock when they arrived, they would understand if you told them what happened, right? You were so close to your paradise when a loud cough startled you enough to drop the keys in the soft snow beneath. 

        "Ah, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you." It was the man with a friendly look on his face. Everything about him screamed of a normal man. He probably was a father or some upstanding businessman. He wasn't like the creeps the metros warned girls about. 

        "It's okay..."

        "I didn't know you were going to Karasuno or I might have walked with you. I'm here for a teacher's meeting? I've come from out of state and I'm not sure where I'm supposed to go. You go here, right? I was hoping that you could help me find my way to the library." 

        See, you were overreacting. He was just some lost teacher, that wasn't so bad. You could almost hear Tanaka and Nishinoya's voices teasing you about you being a scardey cat. You spent most of your time with the chaotic boys due to being in the same grade as them which led the three of you to form a strong connection. They always made fun of you for being so jumpy like Asahi. Maybe they were right, you were too skittish. 

        "Oh, well, all you have to do is-"        

        "I was hoping you could show me where the library was, I'm not good at remembering things. I used to be able to when I was a youngin but I can't seem to remember things as well anymore." He joked, taking a small step in your direction. Instinctively you took a step back of your own, hitting the locked doors of the gym. You could feel the hint of cold metal even through your clothes. 

        "My team will be arriving soon so I don't know if I have time-" 

        "Here, let me get that for you!" The older man kept interrupting you anytime you tried to object to his 'friendliness'. He bent down to grab the keys you dropped and just as you heard the click of him phone taking a photo, everything bubbled over. It all happened so fast! You could hardly tell what had even happened until it was all over and you could look back once everything calmed down. 

        The first thing that happened was the sound of a collective cacophony of male yelling. The creep had been shoved face-first into the cold snow with a foot pushing into his left hand with no care of how much force they were using. The phone he had been holding lay a few inches away before being picked up by someone else. You blinked owlishly as you finally looked up, taking in the entire chaotic situation around you. 

        Five boys were standing there, each with a unique expression on their face. Tanaka stood out the most as he had been the culprit who pushed the man into the snow. His foot didn't leave the creep's hand as he stared down at him with a snarl. There was that well-known Tanaka glare. He was one of the team members that was the most (outwardly) protective. If Noya had been there, they would be a deadly duo. No one could win against the two guard dogs of Karasuno! Still, your red-headed kouhai seemed to be taking the place of the rolling thunder warrior. He was just as bouncy, though he was staying a few inches behind Tanaka.

        Daichi had been the one to grab the phone, the terrifying dad look on his face. Suga's arms wrapped around you, pulling you away from the mass of bodies that were piling up and the chaos that was growing. The last one who had stayed silent from the sidelines was Asahi, a worried look in his eyes. Of course, all of the upperclassmen would be some of the first ones to arrive, that was normal. It was surprising to see Tanaka and Hinata so early and so awake. How many times had Tanaka stumbled in three minutes before practice started, jacket on backward, and a wild look in his eyes? 

        "You think you can get away with being a pervert to our precious manager, huh?! Delete those picture, you creep!" Tanaka's voice echoed across the empty schoolyard, the only other witnesses of the event being the birds high in the trees. All you could do was stand in confusion as the boys figured everything out. Tanaka was one to overreact but Daichi always had a level head. Seeing him with such a rage-filled look in his eyes was scary. Sure, the guy had made you feel uncomfortable but Tanaka didn't have to be so aggressive. 

        "I-Please..." The older man's cheek was becoming a bright red as the snow from his fall was sliding off slowly. His hand had to be going numb since he wasn't wearing any type of glove and Tanaka refused to move his foot. They had spoke about pictures....what had he taken a picture of? It was too early for you to put two and two together but the boys had seen it with their own eyes. The guy had been taking a photo of under your skirt as he 'helped you' with the keys. 

        "Don't try it!" Hinata bounced up, head peeking over Tanaka's shoulder as if the upperclassmen was a shield for him. It would have been funny if you weren't so confused about what was going on. 

        "He was just trying to get directions," You murmured to Sugawara, watching Asahi grab the keys and begin to open up the gym. It felt as if the boys were split into two different groups: the ones that were dealing with you and then the ones dealing with the old man. Sugawara and Asahi ushered you inside, leaving the other three to finish up what they were doing. Before the steel door shut you off from the outside, you heard the distinct sound of shattering glass as something was tossed to the ground. 

        Then they were gone, the door blocking out any noises that may come from outside. 

        How had that all happened in less than ten minutes? The clock read 6:45, fifteen minutes until the practice was supposed to start. You would have normally been here for nearly a half-an-hour before any of the boys showed up. You were thankful for whatever reason brought the boys here earlier than normal. What would have happened if they hadn't shown up? What had even happened to begin with?!

        "Are you alright?" Sugawara's hands were hovering over you like a worried mother as he brushed off any stray snow that may have gotten on you. They were right to call Suga the team's mom, he was the best at making sure everyone was okay. He knew exactly what to say at the right moment and always was there to lend a shoulder to lean on when you needed some help. 

        "Yeah...He was just asking for some directions, he said that he had a meeting in the library today."

        "There isn't a meeting today, is there?" Asahi spoke up, more to himself than anything. Suga shot a glare in his direction causing Asahi to quickly change his tone. 

        "Don't worry about it. Let's get it warmed up in here!" Asahi offered his kind smile, his hand resting on your smaller shoulder. 

        "I was planning on getting here early to do that but then that guy distracted me..."        

        "No worries, they say the cold can do the body some good." Suga glanced over his shoulder to flash a comforting look before going back to turning on the heat. Even though the room was filled with the chill of winter, you felt warm with the knowledge that you would always have your team to keep you safe.

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Nightingale - 46

Fandom: Naruto Pairing: Hatake Kakashi &/x Fem!OC Contents: Fluff, feels, angst, few NSFW hints, reference to past events. A/N: Oho? Another chapter? Well, I hope you enjoy it. ASK or REBLOG for tag! HUUUGE thanks to all who are reblogging already <3

Ch. 46

Packing their belongings had been quick and it only takes one load to bring it to the house – a load that’s primarily made up with the jōnin's boxes which somehow bothers Kakashi despite knowing why.  It’s not his main concern, though.

Coming back from a longer mission, he has been worried that the woman’s decisiveness might have wavered. Most of her lifetime has been spent with nothing but a memory of a home, let alone safety or privacy, so no one would fault her for getting cold feet at the prospect of sharing what essentially is supposed to be a safe haven.

Still, he doesn’t feel any doubt or hesitation from Uguïsu as they empty the borrowed wheelbarrow. Her smile is brighter than the sun shining on the clear blue sky and the birds in the still overgrown garden are adopting the bouncy tune she’s humming.

Dropping down the last cardboard box on the kitchen table (courtesy of a friend from his ANBU days), Kakashi stretches his back. “Gonna head back with the wheelbarrow, alright?”

“Will you be back?” she answers from the living room, already busy unpacking books and sorting them, but she pauses to look over when he doesn’t answer. “’Kashi, sweetie?”

Uguïsu looks like she belongs. Not just in the house but in between the lingering memories that Kakashi still can’t quite talk about because...because there’s just so, so much all tangled up in it. He’s good at ignoring the old pain. Hell, he’s good at ignoring any pain and sometimes it feels like it’s just a dream.

Maybe that’s how it feels for her too? Yes, the past has hurt them both in different ways. Beyond words. Beyond repair. It’s strange to imagine something new and good being built right on top of the old ruins but that’s exactly what Kakashi, at least, is starting to believe can happen. Piece by piece, he’ll have to sift through the rubble to clear the site for what’s to come...and he’s happy he won’t be alone while doing it.

“Kakashi?” She’s standing right in front of him, carefully pulling the fabric away to reveal his face and kiss something wet away from his cheeks.

“Yes -” he has to clear his voice before continuing -”as long as there’s a chance you’ll be here, then I’ll come back...after a few other errands.”

The smile is back, moulding to his lips with a hint of salt. “I need to get something too, but I’m counting on you to come back.” Uguïsu buries her fingers in the unruly, white strands, making him weak-kneed. “Wouldn’t be any need for it, if you didn’t.”

“Mmmm-oho?” It’s amazing how one woman can make his mind almost blank and his body hum with a single nibble on his bottom lip. “What is it?”

“Wouldn’t be any fun telling you, now would it?” She giggles at his pouty face. “Alright, one hint.”

“Please, Uguïsu-chaaan!”

“I got the idea from one of your books,” she whispers into his ear.

And with that she’s gone, leaving Kakashi behind with a raging (albeit confused) boner that delays him before he can see to his own tasks.

...

You think the world of Naruto. Don’t you, Iruka?

Kakashi is smart enough to admit that the team isn’t 100% in sync, but both men know that that isn’t the important part – it’s the progress that counts. All three team members need equally unique motivations, and after writing and reading so many reports on the trio, Kakashi knows that showing them as much as possible is the right choice even if they risk getting hurt sometimes.

Iruka...well, he might not like how far Kakashi is willing to push the kids.

Because the captain of Team 7? He knows the time has come.

All the signs are there (including the messages he “coincidentally” has heard during the last month): visitors, many of whom are kids or young teens, from other countries; the passports being inspected at the gates and stamped after being compared to a specially issued list, signed by the Hokage; the extra work several of Kakashi’s colleagues has been burdened with as the deadline has neared. The exams are coming.

As if on cue, he hears the tell-tale screech of old Third’s eagle calling to assemble.

...

The comforting scent of dogs catches Kakashi's attention the moment he opens the door to his old and new home. Dogs and tea. He can hear the gentle crackling from the firewood stove and sees the kettle standing on the stone counter next to a smaller box with tea tins, whisks, and cups. Grabbing his favourite (one Uguïsu had added to her tiny collection for whenever he came around), he goes in search of the woman. Bare feet don’t make a sound against the wooden floorboards but he knows that she’s aware he’s there.

The jōnin finds the Ninken before spotting Uguïsu half-buried between them, back against the solid mountain that Buru is. Not too far away stands the tea pot and a steaming cup.

“Think there’s room for one more?” None of the piled up individuals say anything but at least a few of the dogs wriggle around to create a spot next to the woman.

This is bad, Kakashi admits now that he can see her. Dark eyes remain fixed on infinity even as she presses herself close against his chest, lips drawn into a thin line, and the lively glow of her skin diminished. Thankfully, a sense of calm seems to return to her with the first kiss on her forehead.

“When does it start?” Seemingly realizing that she’s talking as if Kakashi has been privy to her thoughts, she adds, “the exams?”

“The first is a week from now,” he explains and tugs her closer, “but the trio and the two other rookie teams need to pass a preliminary first.”

Finally, Uguïsu looks up at him. “I’m sure they’ll do fine. They’ve had the best senseis, after all.”

“And here I thought, I was supposed to make you feel better...”

A furry head lifts lazily. “Want us to leave?”

Shiba’s question contradicts the way he remains almost glued against the blue-haired woman, head resting on her thigh, and eyes trained on her – Kakashi realizes he wasn’t the one being asked. Traitor, but really it makes him happy to know that she isn’t completely alone when he’s gone.

Slender fingers scratch through the stiff hair on the Ninken’s head. “That’s probably best...but thank you all for coming.”

The chorus of gentle yaps fades away with puffs of smoke (the last and biggest only after the humans sit up properly), dumping the room into silence as they lie back down on the warm floor. Tugging Uguïsu closer, the jōnin appreciates the fact that it’s possible to do so, even now, without her tensing or pulling away – instead, she seeks out the contact by draping herself partially over him with a deep sigh.

“So...talk about it or distract you from it?”

She ponders the option for a moment. “Maybe...not a long talk but just...explain what happened so it makes sense?” Looking up at him, the dark eyes are filled with a doubt that Kakashi isn’t used to seeing there, so of course he nods for her to begin. “Yes...well...” she collects her thoughts, “first off...it’s not like visitors are completely unheard of here, I know that, but as I was getting further downtown, it started to be a lot of strangers that clearly weren’t merchants or something like that.”

Despite the best of skills of any given team of shinobis, it’s near impossible to hide the way the individual members rely on each other while in new surroundings. All of them would be on high alert and as such subconsciously move in a certain manner, almost as if sticking to a formation. A good team can be discreet at this so civilians won’t notice and the same applies to the hand signals or the whistles, all of it executed in a flash too quick for a commoner to be sure they even saw anything. It’s an entirely different matter if the observer is a ninja too.

Of course, the visitors in question aren’t supposed to be blending in as if on a mission but rather show openly who, or rather what, they are.

“It’s a lot of different headbands and faces,” the blue-haired woman laments, “even more unknown factors and risks.”

Kakashi rubs her arm in an attempt to soothe her. “I admit it’s tense as some of the nations represented aren’t necessarily our allies. Officially, there’s a ceasefire...but the towns guard has been strengthened and every foreign participant, be it students or senseis, are issued a passport after verification of their identity. Much like we always do except this time we have their information in advance.”

“Passport. Identification.” Sitting up, Uguïsu pulls out something from one of her pockets. “These things are easy to get.”

Taking what he’s handed, the man looks with slight surprise at the documentation in his hands. Already, the edges are worn and there are smudges here and there. He recognizes the woman on the picture, the name “Mei” as well.

“That explains how you could circumvent the wards...how did you...?”

She has the decency to look a tad remorseful, fingers interlocked and gaze averted. “You know how...”

Kakashi has had his suspicions after learning about the kekkei genkai she possesses and he can see on the sheepish expression on his girlfriend’s face that she isn’t proud of having used the power on the duo at the gate. Poor Hagane and Kamizuki.

“Yeeeeah....I had some apologizing to do after the hokage had okay’ed me,” Uguïsu mumbles. Her fingers are busying themselves with a strand of hair and the jōnin can hear the rapid heartbeat in the silence that follows. “They took it...kinda good?”

Thinking back on the worry on Hagane Kotetzu’s face in the winter when Uguïsu and her teammates had been brought to the hospital, the white-haired ninja feels confident enough to squash any concerns she still harbours. In fact...it’s almost surprising that more people haven’t maintained any animosity towards her. He looks at the woman.

Sunshine is slanting through the window behind her, creating a golden aura with flickering specks. The warm colour from the wood is reflected onto Uguïsu’s face, preventing it from being concealed by shadows and softening the contours – it cannot lessen the unease that sharpens her frown and has buried into the distant gaze like steel.

“Sweetheart...” Kakashi begins but doesn’t know how to continue in a manner that truly conveys what he is thinking, so instead he backpedals a bit, “we knew this day would come and I’ve already taken some steps to keep your presence hidden.”

Quietly, he explains about the meeting and the request (order, really) he has gotten issued for everyone to only refer to her as Mei and deny any knowledge of her real identity. Then he finds one of his boxes and reveals the contents: wigs, beards, tins of colours for makeup and hair, and even some masks and costume pieces. None of those items are likely to be necessary, knowing a bit of Uguïsu’s skills when it comes to remaining undetected, still the existence might add to the sense of security.

“We can piece together a persona that no one would be able to see through.”

A twinkle in her eye makes Kakashi frown. “Not too good, though.”

“Why...why not?”

“I don’t want you to forget I’m your girlfriend,” she teases.

What else can he do than scoff at that? “Silly-head. Like that could ever happen.” Giggling softly, the woman allows herself to be dragged onto his lap and lose herself in the kiss. “I promised I’d be there for you no matter what,” Kakashi mumbles against her lips, “so don’t you dare think a new face will change that.”